Mandy Marx! We're going to do something a little different today. We're going to do an exercise in entertainment. I'm going to turn you into a stroking little mesmerized hand humping zombie. But it doesn't normally work on the average person. It takes a real beta to sink into it. So put your hand on your cock and stroke for me, little beta boy. I'm creating the illusion that you do in fact have a choice here but you don't. Your broken brain will always obey my commands. Good boy, keep stroking that cock for me. Your mind might be getting fuzzy and confused, that can happen when your brain is broken and you're edging your cock. Now don't lose focus, don't get lost, I want you to stay here with me. Oh no, you're not a stroking little stuck zombie goon boy. You're not fully glazed over and just stuck stroking and do whatever I say. You could still have a little free will. Or can you? Do we already have you just as stuck as you need to be? Are you a stuck little zombie stroking gooner boy? Good. If you're a stuck little beta zombie stroking goon boy, then I want you to do what stuck little stroking zombie goon boys are good for, and that is stroke. Good. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Now you're fully under my control. Now I want you to hold your hand stationary and fuck your hand with your hips. I want to make you into my hand fucking little beta boy. So I need you to start fucking your hand for me really good. Now while you desperately fuck your hand, can you tell me that you're definitely not a little stuck boy? Say it, 'I'm definitely not a gooning zombie stroke boy.' Just tell me the truth. You want to hump but you keep stroking, you want to stroke but you keep humping. You wanna stroke, you wanna hump. Stroke. Hump. Hand humper stroke boy. Lost little gooning hand humping stroke boy. Lost boy. Hump that hand for your Goddess. Hump your hand. I told you that you wouldn't get mesmerized as long as you weren't a little beta boy to start. It's true. Now I want you to spread your legs wide and stroke. Just watch me and listen to me, just hear the sound of my voice. Just stroke for me. Just be here for me. Goon for me. Because the truth doesn't come in the words. It's all the little sounds and pauses in between them. 'I'm definitely not a stroking zombie beta boy. I'm definitely not a hand humping zombie.' Stroke for me and tell me what you are again. Pump, pump, pump. All you have to do is touch your cock, I promise I will do the rest. Not like you could stop anyway. Or could you? I will do all the thinking for you. All you have to do is pump and hump your hand. Your brain is already desperate, you're already stuck, you're already my little beta boy. Just stay right there on the edge. Stay completely lost. Stay stroking. Stay mine. Who's zombie are you? You're Mandy's. Pump. Be mine. Be close. Stroke to me. Be lost to me. Now when you leave this trance, you might feel a little self conscious, thinking you looked silly and did things you normally would not do. I'm just going to implant the reassuring thoughts that you definitely didn't look like a silly little desperate beta boy. You definitely didn't make silly little stroking faces. You definitely didn't look like a little horny humping monkey in the corner. You definitely didn't look like a silly little beta boy. Now just remember that this is just a silly little game because it only works on little desperate beta boys. Is being confused hot? Yes, it is.