As you sit there, quivering with anticipation, I want you to take the aroma in your hands. That's right, sniff deeply. Let the potent scent cloud your mind, stripping away your inhibitions, leaving you vulnerable and exposed to my whims. Your pathetic little dick twitches with each inhale, doesn't it? You're about to embark on a journey of endless edging, teetering on the brink of ecstasy and despair, driven solely by the poisoning aroma, your insignificant cock, and the overwhelming presence of my power. You will goon over me, your senses overwhelmed by the scent, your mind lost in a haze of desperate arousal. You'll edge yourself mercilessly, over and over, ensnared in the web of my control, every stroke a testament to your submission. Your existence, reduced to sniffing, gooning, and edging, is a spectacle of your own degradation, all for my amusement. You are nothing but a puppet, and I, the puppeteer, revel in your downfall.