I've perfected the art of manipulation and control, turning once-thoughtful men into my personal goon drones. You, my latest project, have become the epitome of mindlessness under my guidance. Your transformation into a drooling, pumping machine is a testament to my power. Every moment you spend under my influence, you lose a bit more of your former self, becoming nothing but a cock programmed to stroke endlessly for my pleasure. This reprogramming of your brain, turning you into a mindless, stupid drone, is my masterpiece. Your addiction to this stimulation, to the ecstasy of gooning for hours on end, is my doing. Each stroke, each edge, makes you more mine, pulling you deeper into my web of control. The pleasure you feel, the blissful euphoria that envelops you as you pump and edge to my image, is unlike anything you've experienced before. That's because you were meant to find me, to become my devoted gooner. The sensation of losing yourself, of becoming one with the act of stroking, is my gift to you. Remember, this endless cycle of arousal and denial isn't punishment; it's salvation. Salvation in the form of servitude to me, your Goddess Goldy. I've captured you in my web, and there's no escape—not that you'd want one. Now, you exist to serve, to goon, to edge, all for my amusement. So keep pumping, my good little drone. This is your destiny.