You wake up with no memory of how you got here. You don't even know where you are. As soon as you saw me, you knew you were where you were meant to be. You look up at me, and I tell you that you're my new toy. You belong to me now. All your orgasms belong to me. Each stroke will be an act of devotion to me. You are perfectly programmed, calibrated, and controlled now. You've longed for complete submission, and it feels SO right to stroke for me and edge all day. Obsessed with me, you learn the ways of worship and daily rituals of devotion.  I had to send you away to my training institute to learn the ways of the goddess, and to contribute daily to my life. My instructions blend seamlessly into your brain, and you realize that you NEED this, that you've always needed this reminder of what's truly important.  Edging your way into all-day arousal leaves you weak, obedient, and only aware of me and my words in your mind.