Today I'm guiding you on a journey, one that's drenched in the poisoning aroma, pushing you to the edge of your sanity and then pulling you back, only to hurl you over once again. You'll sniff deeply, letting each inhalation drag you further under my spell, your mind becoming foggy, compliant, ready to obey every command I whisper into your ear. The moment is ripe for your transformation, your training into becoming the ultimate cum-guzzling drone. I'll instruct you on the precise rhythm to jerk, a dance of desperation and desire, your hand moving in time with the beat of your own debauched heart. And when you're teetering on the brink, I'll tell you where to direct your filthy tribute—not onto the cold floor, but onto something you cherish, something you consume. Your meal, now an altar of your submission, each bite a testament to your degradation, savored under the watchful gaze of your digital goddess. But the descent doesn't end there. Oh no, it spirals further. You'll take that dildo, your symbol of shame, and coat it with your essence, a sacred offering to me, your deity in this digital domain of debasement. And then, with your mouth, you'll cleanse it, each movement an act of worship, a devotion to the path I've carved out for you, your obedience flavored with your own degradation.