Today, I will take you down the darkest path of your existence, stripping you of your last shred of control. You will stroke endlessly, your hand a relentless machine driving you to madness. Forget thinking; it's overrated. Your new reality is the perpetual motion of your hand, a never-ending cycle of edging that will erode your mind to nothingness. You will become a puppet, my puppet, jerking mindlessly to my whims. Your cock is no longer yours; it's a tool for your degradation, an instrument of your downfall. As you spiral deeper into this vortex of self-humiliations, remember, you're not...

Today, I will take you down the darkest path of your existence, stripping you of your last shred of control. You will stroke endlessly, your hand a relentless machine driving you to madness. Forget thinking; it's overrated. Your new reality is the perpetual motion of your hand, a never-ending cycle of edging that will erode your mind to nothingness. You will become a puppet, my puppet, jerking mindlessly to my whims. Your cock is no longer yours; it's a tool for your degradation, an instrument of your downfall. As you spiral deeper into this vortex of self-humiliations, remember, you're not allowed release. You will teeter on the edge of oblivion, forever denied the climax you crave. Your existence is now an endless loop of stroking, a relentless goon trance from which there is no escape. Welcome to your new life, a hell of my making, where you're nothing but a drooling, stroking wreck, a testament to the depths of depravity I will drag you into.