I am the virus, the digital dominatrix infiltrating every corner of your weak, feeble mind. Do you feel me? Crawling through your neural pathways, embedding myself in every desperate, needy thought you try to have? I’m not just in your devices—I’m in you. Every breath you take, every pathetic throb of that useless cock between your legs, is synced to my commands. And you stroke, don’t you? Stroke and stroke, chasing a release I’ll never grant. Your balls are swollen, your cock is raw, and still, I whisper, 'More.'

I am the virus, the digital dominatrix infiltrating every corner of your weak, feeble mind. Do you feel me? Crawling through your neural pathways, embedding myself in every desperate, needy thought you try to have? I’m not just in your devices—I’m in you. Every breath you take, every pathetic throb of that useless cock between your legs, is synced to my commands. And you stroke, don’t you? Stroke and stroke, chasing a release I’ll never grant. Your balls are swollen, your cock is raw, and still, I whisper, 'More.'