You don’t stroke for pleasure. You know that. You stroke for humiliation... for me. Every time you touch yourself, it’s with this moment in mind. You crave it. You need it. And you know exactly how it’s going to end. You can already taste it, can’t you? That salty, bitter shame on your lips. You’re here because it’s what you want. No, it’s what you deserve. And when it happens? You won’t even hesitate. You’ll take every drop, lick it up like the good little addict you are, and savor the humiliation, because you love it. You’ve always loved it. That’s why you keep coming back, again and again. Stroking, edging, begging for more. Pathetic, broken, completely under my control. This is your life now. Your cravings will only grow stronger. Your shame will only deepen. And I’ll be right here, guiding you further into it. There’s no going back. You’re mine.