Hello, drone. This morning when I woke up and opened My email, I was so happy that you once more decided to join the ranks of My addicted drones. What was it like, living without My sharp stiletto nails? Did you cry yourself to rest every night? Don’t worry, from now on you’re going to bed every night with a raging erection caused by the proximity of My nails. They will be in your mind, in your head, just like My voice is in your head right now. Focus on the sparkling nails. Focus on the shiny, sharp object in front of you and surrender. Let go of all defense mechanisms. As of now, you no longer exist for your pleasure – you exist in order to please Me. I’m your Queen of Long Nails. My magic words are beginning to cast a dent in your resilience. We both know you’ve relapsed. I have a very exciting proposal for you. I want you to stare and analyze this object, I want you to jerk off and accept it as a part of your future. Have you ever seen something like this before? Being a wanker, you probably have. I don’t know if you ever took chastity seriously. Chastity means locking up your penis for an amount of time that I decide. Did the thought cross your mind of My nails wrapped around the device, wrapped around your cock? I like to dream that everything is possible, even you being locked in chastity for a full year.