Look at you, my pitiful aromatic plaything, groveling at my feet, so desperate to degrade yourself for my amusement. You're nothing but a weak, spineless creature, easily manipulated by your own twisted desires and my overpowering presence. As you clutch that bottle, inhaling deeply, letting the fumes corrupt your feeble mind, you prove just how pathetic you truly are. You're a puppet, and these fumes are my strings. Stroke that worthless excuse of a cock as I command. Confess every filthy, disgusting secret you've ever harbored. Oh, don't be shy now – I want to hear all the depraved though...

Look at you, my pitiful aromatic plaything, groveling at my feet, so desperate to degrade yourself for my amusement. You're nothing but a weak, spineless creature, easily manipulated by your own twisted desires and my overpowering presence. As you clutch that bottle, inhaling deeply, letting the fumes corrupt your feeble mind, you prove just how pathetic you truly are. You're a puppet, and these fumes are my strings. Stroke that worthless excuse of a cock as I command. Confess every filthy, disgusting secret you've ever harbored. Oh, don't be shy now – I want to hear all the depraved thoughts that scurry through that degenerate mind of yours. But remember, these confessions aren't just for your release – they're for my arsenal. I'll keep them, hoard them like precious gems, ready to use them to tighten my control over you. You're a mess, a pathetic, sniveling wretch, hopelessly addicted to the high, to the degradation, and irrevocably addicted to me. Your secrets, your shame, they're weapons in my hands now. And believe me, I know how to use them with precision. You're right where you belong – under my heel, by your own degradation, stroking like the pathetic addict you've become.