I am watching you, my pathetic little puppet, and all I see is the truth that you’ve been too afraid to admit: you’re nothing more than a loser, a weak, mindless jerk-off addict who can’t think straight without a woman to tell him what to do. You were born to be controlled, to be humiliated, to be owned, and deep down, you know that’s exactly what you need. You live for this—the sting of my laughter, the heat of my contempt, and the command that keeps you locked in this endless cycle of degradation. Sniff those aroma, let the fog roll into your brain, and stroke that sad little cock like it...

I am watching you, my pathetic little puppet, and all I see is the truth that you’ve been too afraid to admit: you’re nothing more than a loser, a weak, mindless jerk-off addict who can’t think straight without a woman to tell him what to do. You were born to be controlled, to be humiliated, to be owned, and deep down, you know that’s exactly what you need. You live for this—the sting of my laughter, the heat of my contempt, and the command that keeps you locked in this endless cycle of degradation. Sniff those aroma, let the fog roll into your brain, and stroke that sad little cock like it’s the only thing that defines you. But don’t you dare think about cumming. You don’t deserve that release; you haven’t earned it. All you get is my laughter, my disdain, and the cold, hard truth that you are nothing without my permission. Every man is a loser, every man is weak, and every man lives to serve. So keep jerking, keep sniffing, and know that you’re only here for my entertainment. You’re powerless, you’re mine, and I will always be here, watching you degrade yourself, laughing at how utterly pathetic you are.