You've spent a lot of your life lost. Constantly pulled around by your cock, feeling guilty about it without knowing why. It's because you're supposed to lock it up. At least, someone is. I mean, it's clear that you lack the discipline to lock it up on your own. And so you've started...edging...closer. To me. Perhaps this started off as fascination and fetish. An escape from the fevered self-indulgence of your "normal" life. But the more you've listened, the more deeply it's resounded. You hear my voice everywhere you go now, and your resistance is just a negative space for me to fill. Whether you admit it to yourself or me, you're here regardless. Your focus is on me. And You are starting to wonder if the cure for this affliction is being under my lock and key.
