At the core of any relationship is ritual, some kind of regular meaningful repetitive interaction that DEEPENs the bonds that bind. Ours is this. Trancing. Stroking. Owning.

Sit, spread and stroke. I want you to worship Me with your hungry cock as I trance your mind down into horny hole of surrender. It is so simple and yet so perfect. Nothing for you to do except relax deeply, stare intently, drop constantly and look into My eyes as you stroke.

The JOI of trance, it is incomparable to anything, even sex. Stroking your cock as I stroke your mind, fillin... Show more