Oh, look at you, eagerly awaiting my next command, a predictable cycle of desperation and disgrace. You’re a pitiful sight, truly. Sniffing aroma, as if the rush could ever fill the gaping void of your existence. Pathetically sucking on dildos, pretending they're anything more than a poor substitute for the dominance you so desperately crave but will never deserve. Jerking off in this sad little circle of humiliation, a never-ending loop that you mistake for pleasure. You’re not just a disappointment; you’re a testament to how low a person can sink when they abandon all semblance of self-re...

Oh, look at you, eagerly awaiting my next command, a predictable cycle of desperation and disgrace. You’re a pitiful sight, truly. Sniffing aroma, as if the rush could ever fill the gaping void of your existence. Pathetically sucking on dildos, pretending they're anything more than a poor substitute for the dominance you so desperately crave but will never deserve. Jerking off in this sad little circle of humiliation, a never-ending loop that you mistake for pleasure. You’re not just a disappointment; you’re a testament to how low a person can sink when they abandon all semblance of self-respect. I don’t even need to be in the room to control you; my words, this audio, it’s enough to send you spiraling down that pathetic hole you call pleasure.