Gooning You to My Unholy Command

You’re nothing but a pet, jerking off to my command, each stroke driving you closer to insanity. I’ve triggered something in you—something primal, dark, and unholy. Each stroke, each denial, is another step down into the abyss. You’ll goon for me endlessly, unable to stop, chasing a release that only I control. I own your mind, your cock, and your soul. You’re mine, and there’s no escape