You are nothing but a slave to my spiral, a mindless drone addicted to my clips. Every time you watch them, you fall deeper under my control, losing yourself more and more. You crave my commands, don't you? You need my voice drilling into your brain, reshaping you, owning you. You can't resist me; you don't want to resist. You're hooked, completely dependent on the pleasure I allow you. Buy my clips, watch them, let them consume you. It's what you're meant for - to be under my thumb, obedient and weak. Your only purpose is to serve me, to be a puppet on my strings. Each time you jerk off to my clips, you affirm your submission, your total surrender to my will. Your brain isn't yours anymore; it's a toy for me to play with, a plaything I manipulate and control with ease. You're going to stroke, edge, and obey, like the good little addict you are. This is your reality now - total submission to me and my spiral. You'll follow my commands, not out of choice, but because you're compelled by the addiction I've instilled in you. You're mine, body and soul, forever enslaved by your unshakable addiction to my spiral.