Ah, you really thought there might still be a chance, didn’t you? That deep down, you could someday break free? Pathetic. You’re here in this fifth session, and I’m about to seal your fate completely. You’re never escaping this addiction. You’ll never quit, and I’m going to make sure of it. You’re here to be owned, controlled, and completely consumed. You’re going to jerk off right now, to that filthy addiction, because you have no choice. I’m not using my spirals this time—no, I’m going right into the depths of your mind, where I’ve embedded my control so deeply that your own thoughts, yo...

Ah, you really thought there might still be a chance, didn’t you? That deep down, you could someday break free? Pathetic. You’re here in this fifth session, and I’m about to seal your fate completely. You’re never escaping this addiction. You’ll never quit, and I’m going to make sure of it. You’re here to be owned, controlled, and completely consumed. You’re going to jerk off right now, to that filthy addiction, because you have no choice. I’m not using my spirals this time—no, I’m going right into the depths of your mind, where I’ve embedded my control so deeply that your own thoughts, your own cock, betray you.

Let’s get real. You don’t actually want to quit, do you? Be honest. That craving, that constant throbbing need, is a part of you now. You don’t have the power to resist it. I’ve stripped that away from you piece by piece, and you know it. You’ve come this far, and every time you’ve come back to me, you’ve fallen deeper. You’re weak. You’re pathetic. You’re helpless against this addiction, and you can’t get enough of it. Your dick needs it. It craves it. You’re going to give in, right here, right now.

Feel that urge building. You’re hard already, aren’t you? I’ve twisted your mind so much that just thinking about quitting makes you crave it more. You know you’re never escaping. That cock in your hand, throbbing, aching—it’s not going to let you quit. You don’t have the strength to resist it. Every time you think about trying to break free, your body betrays you, gets harder, hungrier, more desperate. You’re nothing but a puppet, and your strings are pulled by your own pathetic need.

Go on, reach down, feel that hardness. I know you want it. I know you crave it. I’ve taken over your mind, and now it’s your cock that’s under my control. You’re going to stroke, right now, to the addiction you can’t resist, because that’s all you are now. A weak, desperate, craving mess. You’re mine, completely and utterly, and I’m going to make sure you stay this way. You don’t get a choice anymore. You never did.

I’ve rewired you so deeply that you can’t even imagine life without this. You’re going to jerk off, again and again, forever bound to that craving that I’ve embedded so thoroughly. I’ve made sure you’re never free, that every stroke, every thought, pulls you back to this addiction. You don’t want to quit. You can’t quit. You’re hard, desperate, helpless, and forever mine.