My voice wraps around you like a spell — soft, inescapable, tightening its hold with every breath you take.

It pulls you in.
Guides you.
Controls you.

And you’ll listen, won’t you? Because you know better than to disobey me.

Look at your cock.
Hard. Helpless. Useless.
It’s not yours anymore.
It’s mine.

Every word I speak makes you ache more. Every command I give locks you deeper in your cage. You crave permission — but you won’t get it. You don’t stroke for pleasure anymore. You stroke for control, for me.

And right now? I wan...

My voice wraps around you like a spell — soft, inescapable, tightening its hold with every breath you take.

It pulls you in.
Guides you.
Controls you.

And you’ll listen, won’t you? Because you know better than to disobey me.

Look at your cock.
Hard. Helpless. Useless.
It’s not yours anymore.
It’s mine.

Every word I speak makes you ache more. Every command I give locks you deeper in your cage. You crave permission — but you won’t get it. You don’t stroke for pleasure anymore. You stroke for control, for me.

And right now? I want you to ache. To crave. To sit there... desperate, denied, completely under my spell.

This is your life now.
Controlled. Weak. Denied.

And every time you listen, it will only get worse.
Because you’ll always come back for more.