You weren’t made to resist Me.
You were made to leak for Me. This is not JOI. This is extraction.
A full length descent designed to drain you beyond pleasure, past guilt, past control, past anything resembling dignity. With every word I speak, I take more.
Your will? Gone.
Your thoughts? Mine.
That twitch in your pants? Expected. You’ll stroke because I said so.
Edge because I enjoy it.
And when you beg for release, I’ll decide if it happens… or if you’re left pulsing, ruined, and trembling on the floor. You're not a man in this clip.
You're a faucet. A tool. A thing I wind up and use until there’s nothing left to take. Say it:
"I'm not in control."
"I'm not resisting."
"I'm being drained." And that’s exactly how I want it.