You can’t stay away, can you? Every time, it’s the same—you crawl back here, hoping for permission, for control, for someone to remind you of what you are. Weak, desperate, incapable of managing even your most basic urges. This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what I allow. Every stroke is mine to give, every second of frustration is mine to command. You’ll beg because you know you’re powerless without me, and you’ll love it because it’s exactly what you deserve. Click, and let me take over your mind completely.