From the throne of my cruel dominion, I gaze upon you, a pitiful creature writhing in the dirt of your own perversion. Do you think your desires are hidden from me? I see right through you. I see your dreams seeping with the lustful desire for a black man's virility. It's pathetic, really. What a pitiful sight you are, aching to be filled, a quivering mess in your secret fantasies. Your lust is as transparent as a water-stained glass. You are a .... A cheap, hungry ... craving the taste of another man's essence. And there's no hiding from it.

There is a twisted beauty in your degra...

From the throne of my cruel dominion, I gaze upon you, a pitiful creature writhing in the dirt of your own perversion. Do you think your desires are hidden from me? I see right through you. I see your dreams seeping with the lustful desire for a black man's virility. It's pathetic, really. What a pitiful sight you are, aching to be filled, a quivering mess in your secret fantasies. Your lust is as transparent as a water-stained glass. You are a .... A cheap, hungry ... craving the taste of another man's essence. And there's no hiding from it.

There is a twisted beauty in your degradation. The way your heart flutters at the thought of a BBC, the way your mouth salivates for the taste, the way your body trembles in anticipation of being filled. You are but a moth, drawn helplessly to the flame of your filthy desires. Your fantasies paint you in the most lurid of colors - a needy, greedy slut, yearning for the power of a black man's cum inside you. You cannot resist. You cannot deny it. You need this. You need to be used. You need to be inseminated.

Let's embrace your wretched truth, shall we? Repeat after me - your voice echoing mine, affirmations of your true nature reverberating in the ... of your existence. Let the walls of your world be painted with your reality. "I am a slut." Speak it, breathe it, be it. "I am a black man's ...." Say it, own it, live it. "I need insemination." Accept it, crave it, seek it. My voice, your voice - they become one in this ... world, blurring the lines of your reality, immersing you deeper into your desires. But remember, you are not just any .... You are My ..., a precious puppet dancing to the rhythm of my cruel, enchanting voice.