Do you think about me in your spare time? Do you give into the urge to stroke to me each time you’re in a fragile state of mind? I’ve planted seeds in your mind all this time, to turn you into the obedient, selfless, addicted slave that you are. That’s why you always find yourself back here, right where you belong, begging to hear those two words - “good boy”.


Those two simple, and otherwise unassuming words have an undeniable grip over you. You’ll do anything to hear them from my perfect glossy lips. But you’ll have to earn it.

To be a good boy, you’re go... Show more