Welcome back to Gooniversity, freshman. You actually made it past orientation which means you’re either stronger than I thought or already too far gone to quit. Either way, you’re here and that means today is the day you start real goon training. In this class, I take away the last pieces of your “normal” life and replace them with the Goon Mindset. You’ll repeat after me, mantra after mantra until it sinks so deep you can’t think without hearing my voice: I am hers. I am a gooner. My brain belongs to her. My cock exists to edge. I guide you through your first practical edging drills, controlling your pace, your breathing and your thoughts. Every stroke makes you dumber, needier, weaker – until there’s nothing left but the need to stay on the edge for me. You’ll enter Goon Space, that perfect, dumb, drooling state where my words are the only thing that matters. You’ll learn your first Goon Ritual Loop: breathe in and get dumber, stroke and get needier, hear my voice and get more obsessed. I control when you speed up, when you slow down, when you stop and lock eyes with me. Desperate, aching, begging. You will not cum. Not today. Not unless I say so. You’re just another pathetic stroking addict at my elite academy, and your only purpose is to edge for me. At the end of class, I assign your homework. This is your life now: Obey. Goon. Serve. Repeat. If you think you can survive the semester, you have no idea what I have planned for you.