Imagine it: the warm, salty taste of cum on your tongue. It’s overwhelming, intxicating, and you can’t get enough. That taste will linger in your mind, a trigger for your pathetic little cravings. It’s not just a desire—it’s your new reality.
You’re weak, and you know it. You’ve always known it. But now, that weakness is your strength. It’s what makes you perfect for me. A blank canvas, ready to be painted with humiliation, degradation, and obedience.

Imagine it: the warm, salty taste of cum on your tongue. It’s overwhelming, intxicating, and you can’t get enough. That taste will linger in your mind, a trigger for your pathetic little cravings. It’s not just a desire—it’s your new reality.
You’re weak, and you know it. You’ve always known it. But now, that weakness is your strength. It’s what makes you perfect for me. A blank canvas, ready to be painted with humiliation, degradation, and obedience.