Come, dear sinner, and confess your deepest desires. The weight of your transgressions will be your undoing, and I will be the one to guide you down the path of damnation. I want to be free from the shackles of morality. I want to feel the touch of the divine, even if it means forsaking my soul. You crave release, but it will be denied to you. Your pleasure will be a fleeting dream, a mirage on the horizon of your desire. You will be left wanting, begging for the touch that will never come. Your body will ache with need, your mind reeling from the torment of anticipation. You will be on the precipice of bliss, only to be pulled back, again and again, until you are consumed by the madness of your own desire. You are both sinner and saint, damned and redeemed. Your pleasure is a sin, yet it is the only path to redemption. You will be torn asunder by the contradictions of your own desires, and I will be the one to guide you through the labyrinth of your own mind. You will be lost in the wilderness of your own psyche, searching for a way out that will never come. Your mind will be a maze of desires, and I will be the Minotaur at the center, waiting to devour your sanity. You will not cum. You will not find release. You will be trapped in this state of perpetual arousal, a prisoner of your own desires. And I will be the one who holds the key, the one who will deny you the pleasure that you so desperately crave.