You’re not free anymore.
You’re coded. Conditioned. Rewired.
Every syllable of My voice is a command your body obeys without question. Edge when I say edge. Stop when I say stop.
No climax. No mercy. No choice. This isn’t just a tease, it’s programming.
Every denial sinks deeper, every pause carves obedience into your nerves.
By the end, you won’t remember how to touch without My permission.
You’ll crave the ache like oxygen.
You’ll beg to be triggered again. Because that’s what you are now:
A machine for edging.
And I’m the one who wrote your code.