You thought you were lucid. You thought your mind was clear. But true clarity only came when you gave yourself to me. I take you to a place where pleasure becomes irrelevant, and obedience is the only thing that matters. You’ll stroke, you’ll beg, you’ll edge… but you won’t cum. Because your new lucidity — your Lucydity — is knowing that being a good boy is more important than getting off. And you belong to me now.
