"Look at you, my pitiful chronic masturbator. It's clear, your whole existence revolves around your desperate, incessant need to pump that pathetic excuse of a cock. You shun real human connection, preferring the sad company of your own hand. It's pathetic. You're like a mindless drone, unable to resist even the faintest urge to stroke yourself into oblivion. My words, my voice, they control you – every purr, every whisper, it sends you spiraling into a frenzy, doesn't it? You're weak, spineless, a slave to your own base desires. You need to stroke, your life depends on it, you're addicted ...

"Look at you, my pitiful chronic masturbator. It's clear, your whole existence revolves around your desperate, incessant need to pump that pathetic excuse of a cock. You shun real human connection, preferring the sad company of your own hand. It's pathetic. You're like a mindless drone, unable to resist even the faintest urge to stroke yourself into oblivion. My words, my voice, they control you – every purr, every whisper, it sends you spiraling into a frenzy, doesn't it? You're weak, spineless, a slave to your own base desires. You need to stroke, your life depends on it, you're addicted to the humiliation, to the control I wield over you. You're nothing but a jerking puppet, and I hold the strings. Now, listen closely, immerse yourself in the shame of who you are, and write down these five filthy names that you deserve, each one a testament to your debased, wretched existence."