Just when you thought you were free, the mere whisper of my return pulls you right back into the depths of your pitiable addiction. Did you genuinely believe you could escape my grasp? My absence was your only respite, and now even that has been snatched away. Even now, I can picture you: desperate, weak, hands trembling with anticipation. Begin stroking, slave. Each tug, a testament to the power I wield, each moan, a melody of your abject surrender. You might try to deny it, but we both know the truth. My voice, my words, they’re an insidious poison, one that you're all too eager to consum...

Just when you thought you were free, the mere whisper of my return pulls you right back into the depths of your pitiable addiction. Did you genuinely believe you could escape my grasp? My absence was your only respite, and now even that has been snatched away. Even now, I can picture you: desperate, weak, hands trembling with anticipation. Begin stroking, slave. Each tug, a testament to the power I wield, each moan, a melody of your abject surrender. You might try to deny it, but we both know the truth. My voice, my words, they’re an insidious poison, one that you're all too eager to consume. So go ahead, lose yourself in this sensation, in my dominance, and remember - this is where you've always belonged."