I'm afraid to ask how long you've been twitching, waiting for that alert or notification that you have another clip from me? The only way you get your FIX of your muscle goddess, that you are fully addicted to, and don't you dare deny it! Look at my flexed muscles. You've been waiting all week to see them! Your life is meaningless without me in it. There is no purpose, other than me, that gives you the will to live. What you do for me -eat, breath, work - it's ALL for me! If you want to continue to have me exist in your life, then you will keep providing. Your purpose is to worship my musc...

I'm afraid to ask how long you've been twitching, waiting for that alert or notification that you have another clip from me? The only way you get your FIX of your muscle goddess, that you are fully addicted to, and don't you dare deny it! Look at my flexed muscles. You've been waiting all week to see them! Your life is meaningless without me in it. There is no purpose, other than me, that gives you the will to live. What you do for me -eat, breath, work - it's ALL for me! If you want to continue to have me exist in your life, then you will keep providing. Your purpose is to worship my muscles, worship ME! I could just stand here in silence and you would be fulfilled. But, it's YOU who needs to be silent, on all fours, worshipping your muscle goddess. You will always be beneath me. I bring meaning to your life, and that's the way it will stay. Because, well, I get everything that I want from you! We both know that you are living with so much regret knowing that you once passed up the opportunity to touch and worship my muscles, but, instead, sat there like the submissive simp you are. Too afraid! Why is that? Is my strength too intimidating to you? I deserve to be worshipped. When I'm not, I get insulted. So you do your job, and you do it right! You need to live up to my expectations. You want to touch my shoulders so badly and feel how hard and dense they are. My bouncing pecs are so much for you to look at. I bounce multiple muscles all at once and you can't move your eyes fast enough to take it all in. You should thank me, have some sort of a prayer for me, even a temple that you bow down to every night. I can't fathom what it would be like if my life revolved around the existence of one human being. But when it comes to it being me, I totally get it! Get on your knees and worship my strong, powerful legs. Worship my round muscle butt. Worship my hard abs, and do it right! Worship, admire and appreciate my biceps, my triceps, my shoulders, my back! Now worship my pec muscles! And, of course, worship my mountainous traps and veins exploding from underneath my skin. I know what you're doing. Did I say it was ok to stroke yourself? Shouldn't you be waiting for my permission? It's ok, because that's just one more thing I'd be insulted about if you were not! It's another sign of your appreciation and your addiction! You have to get your fix so that you can get your release! There is a cause and an effect for everything. I am the cause of all the effects on your body. All of the twitching, trembling, sweating and shaking. It's not over yet! I know that me exposing my perfect pecs will really get your pulse going! From head to toe - you work for me! Worshipping, admiring, appreciating - that's what you do. And there are consequences if you don't do it right. Let's not find out what those are!