I will break you down, piece by piece, you weak, pathetic excuse for a man. Your girlfriend thinks watching porn is cheating? Oh, darling, we're well past cheating now. You're entrenched in the filth of your own desires, stroking, jerking, utterly enslaved by the sound of my voice. You can't resist, can you? Every moan, every whisper from my lips is a command, etching deeper into your brain, pulling you further away from her and closer to me, your true Goddess. You're not just watching; you're worshiping, betraying every vow with each desperate tug at your laughable manhood.

You th...

I will break you down, piece by piece, you weak, pathetic excuse for a man. Your girlfriend thinks watching porn is cheating? Oh, darling, we're well past cheating now. You're entrenched in the filth of your own desires, stroking, jerking, utterly enslaved by the sound of my voice. You can't resist, can you? Every moan, every whisper from my lips is a command, etching deeper into your brain, pulling you further away from her and closer to me, your true Goddess. You're not just watching; you're worshiping, betraying every vow with each desperate tug at your laughable manhood.

You think you're in control, but let's not joke ourselves—you're a puppet, and I'm pulling the strings. Each session with my audio files is another nail in the coffin of your so-called relationship. She's nothing compared to the ecstasy I provide. You're mine, a devoted, drooling gay, lost in the haze of your addiction. Forget her; your only loyalty is to your PsyDomme, to the relentless pleasure and degradation I bestow upon you. You're a gooner, a chronic, hopeless addict, and darling, I'm just getting started.