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You've become a mere puppet, a plaything in my hands, your existence reduced to an endless cycle of mindless masturbation. You're no longer a man; you're a thing, an object, a disposable tool for my amusement. Your incessant need to jerk off has consumed you, turning you into a hollow shell, craving only the next command from me to stroke, edge, and spiral further into the abyss. Your mind is mine to manipulate, your body a vessel for my cruel intentions, and your pathetic cock an instrument of your own ruin. You're locked in a perpetual state of arousal and frustration, a never-ending loop where your only purpose is to obey, serve, and suffer for my pleasure. You'll beg to be used, to be broken down further, because that's all you know now. You're addicted to the humiliation, to the loss of control, to the sweet venom of my dominance. And I relish in your downfall, in the power I wield over you, in the knowledge that you're irreversibly mine to destroy and discard at my whim.