Oh, you wretched little plaything, it's laughably easy to dominate your weak mind, isn't it? Every command from me, every harsh word, sends shivers down your spine and keeps you desperately jerking, eager for any morsel of my cruel attention. You’re nothing but a drooling, stroking mess, always craving more humiliation. You relish the filth that pours from my mouth, each word a lash, binding you tighter to my will. It thrills you, doesn't it, to be so utterly controlled, so pathetically eager to degrade yourself at my command? You’re a mere puppet, and I pull the strings. You grovel at the thought of being used and discarded, your only worth found in how low you can go for my amusement. Keep stroking, keep gagging on those fingers like the desperate slut you are, proving just how deep your debasement can go.