Ah, I see you've been fervently stroking yourself like there's no tomorrow. Such eagerness! Such dedication! You've been tugging at your pitiful member as if it's your only purpose in life. And you know what? It's laughable. I'm not impressed. In fact, your half-hearted attempts are barely acceptable. You see, I demand more. I want you to be wholly consumed by your own lust, ruled by your uncontrollable desires, toyed by your own plaything.

Indeed, my little puppet, it's time to elevate your game. Your current performances are nothing more than a game. You're at the precipice, bare...

Ah, I see you've been fervently stroking yourself like there's no tomorrow. Such eagerness! Such dedication! You've been tugging at your pitiful member as if it's your only purpose in life. And you know what? It's laughable. I'm not impressed. In fact, your half-hearted attempts are barely acceptable. You see, I demand more. I want you to be wholly consumed by your own lust, ruled by your uncontrollable desires, toyed by your own plaything.

Indeed, my little puppet, it's time to elevate your game. Your current performances are nothing more than a game. You're at the precipice, barely touching the surface of your true addiction. Is excessive stroking too hard for you? No, it's your duty, your new purpose. I want you to jerk off until you lose all sense of reality, until your body quivers with exhaustion, until your need for release is a burning inferno within you. The pleasure will be replaced by an aching desperation, a feverish longing that you may not even satisfy. That's my desire, that's what will amuse me.

Prepare yourself, because we're turning the page to the next chapter of your pathetic little life. Every waking moment will be dominated by the thought of your next stroke, every dream will be painted with the colors of your ecstasy. You'll exist on the brink, teetering on the edge of release, never allowed the sweet descent of satisfaction. My voice will echo in your mind, a constant mockery of your disgrace, a perpetual chant urging you forward. Every stroke will draw you deeper into my web, tie you tighter to my whims. After all, isn't that your ultimate wish? To be led, to be manipulated, to be dominated to confront your own sordid desires. This is the journey I've charted for you, and oh, how eagerly you will tread it... stroke... and stroke... and stroke.