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I see you have once again gathered at the House of Stone to worship at the feet of your goddess. You recognize that my beauty is power and your weak constitution is drawn to it, like a moth to flame. It is I that haunts your dreams and occupies the deepest recesses of your psyche. With each moment in my presence, your will is becoming mine. Your servitude is eminent; inevitable. I demand absolute supplication. You will worship my mouth. You will worship my tongue as it follows serpentine paths around my lips. BUT, you will NOT touch yourself until I allow it. You m... Show more