Already drooling just from the title, dummy. That's right—stare at Princess's thick, glistening strap-on while I dangle it right in front of your stupid face. You don't need thoughts anymore. You don't need a brain. All you need is this pretty cock that belongs to ME. Open wide, princess's little dummy. Wider. That's it… let your lips stretch around Princess Dick like the eager, brainless hole you were always meant to be. Feel how heavy it sits on your tongue? How it fills your mouth completely? Every inch you take pushes another useless thought right out of your head. Pop… pop… pop… gone. Suck it like you mean it. Worship it. swirl that desperate tongue, kiss the shaft, nuzzle my balls like they're the only thing that matters—because they ARE. The longer you suck, the dumber you get. The dumber you get, the gayer you become. It's science, dummy. Princess Dick rewires stupid boys. Turns 'em into cock-obsessed faggots who live to serve superior strap. Say it with me while you gag yourself deeper: 'I'm gay for Princess. I'm gay for Princess Dick.' Louder. Again. Keep repeating until your own voice sounds pathetic and broken in your ears. That's the sound of obedience. That's the sound of your brain turning to warm, sticky mush. You don't decide anything anymore. Princess decides. Princess wants her cock worshipped every day. Princess wants you craving real dick because of Her. Princess wants you on your knees, leaking, begging, thanking me for making you this stupid and this gay. Now gag on it deeper, dummy. Show me how empty that head is getting. Show me how perfectly you've become exactly what I demanded: A drooling. Obedient. Cock-worshipping. Brain fried little faggot for Princess Chelsea. Good dummy. Keep worshiping. There's no coming back from this