The celebrations are over, and the world is already moving on. But you, my pathetic little worm, are right where you should be—on your knees, desperate and forgotten, waiting for a shred of my attention.

I’ve decided to give you a belated New Year’s gift. Not because you deserve it, but because I enjoy watching you squirm. Every drop I give you will be a reminder of your true place—beneath me, existing only for my pleasure.

And why stop there? Every used condom will become part of your transformation. I’ll hang them on you like ornaments, turning you into the most humiliat...

The celebrations are over, and the world is already moving on. But you, my pathetic little worm, are right where you should be—on your knees, desperate and forgotten, waiting for a shred of my attention.

I’ve decided to give you a belated New Year’s gift. Not because you deserve it, but because I enjoy watching you squirm. Every drop I give you will be a reminder of your true place—beneath me, existing only for my pleasure.

And why stop there? Every used condom will become part of your transformation. I’ll hang them on you like ornaments, turning you into the most humiliating, degrading display of submission I’ve ever created. A pathetic little Christmas tree, perfect for my Sanctum.

Remember, this is only the start of another year where your sole purpose is to serve, suffer, and amuse me. You’ll give everything, and I’ll take it all—with no mercy, no reward, and no escape.

Now tell me, worm, how far will you crawl to prove your worth to me?