Stop looking at me. Look at your own hand. That's what you're using today. That’s all you need

You're gonna stroke. But you're gonna do it my way. Follow my commands

Spit in your hand. Get it wet. Don't use lube. I want you to feel every single stupid stroke.

When you feel that urge, when you can’t hold back any longer

You’re gonna cum. You’re gonna do it in the glass. Don’t you dare spill a single drop.

I wanna see it fill up with your pathetic cum. All of your fucking cum

I’m evil, capricious, ambitious, destructive and, of course, a real bitch.

I don’t just want your money; I want your wife’s money too.

I want to destroy your marriage and turn you both into my personal slaves.

You already know why you’re here.

You can lie to yourself all you want. Pretend it’s curiosity. You can pretend you’re just watching my profile; you can pretend you’re still in control of this decision.

You came here because you like the feeling of giving all your money while you’re worshipping me and stroking your stupid cock

Your old thoughts are gone.

This is not a game. And it's not a fantasy

You need me, and I want your money..

Look at what happens to your mind the moment you have sent me money

Your cock is getting harder!

Your money finally has a real purpose.

Feel how quiet your brain gets when you surrender.

You don't need money

You just need to adore me

You just need to give money

You just need to stroke your cock

You just need be mine

Yes! You just need to stroke, submit, and send.

Feel how simple your life is when you just follow orders. No decisions. No excuses. Just stroke, worship, and send.

Look at what you're doing right now. You're sitting there, completely exposed, completely helpless, operating on pure instinct because I told you to.

No opinions, no control, no future. You are down to one single, basic function: pump and pay.

You need to cross boundaries, push yourself, banish all fear from your mind,

and accept that every word, every sentence I say to you is because I know better than anyone else what you need!

Let your pathetic, empty, idiotic mind be programmed by me

Let my words echo in your head

And repeat after me until it becomes clear to you what the sole purpose of your life is

I need to be yours, my Goddess

I need to give you all my money

I wanna give you my life, Goddess

I wanna be the best slave for you, my goddess

I'm gonna do my best to improve your life, my goddess

I'm gonna work hard to get money for you, my Goddess

My life is yours, my Goddess

I'm begging you, my goddess

I’m just a loser with no purpose, and I must thank my goddess for this opportunity

Thank you, my goddess, for giving me a purpose in life

I am nothing without you, my goddess

I need to work harder and give you my money, goddess

Can you feel how wonderful it is to accept your place?

You’re so pathetic, so stupid, that you realise this is gonna destroy you, and yet you’ll keep begging more and more to be mine.

You need to feel that I’m using you; you need to feel that I’m cruel to you, that I don’t care about you!

Fucking idiot...

That turns you on and makes you vulnerable!

You like that! Yeah, you like it! You love it!

I know it turns you on to think about licking this condom we used when I had sex with my boyfriend, and you’re so pathetic you’d even want to swallow his cum!

That’s the closest you’ll ever get to having sex!

Today, I’m pushing you past your limit.

I’m turning you into a pure stroke machine. I don’t care about your pleasure—my only interest is keeping you hard, keeping you desperate, and keeping you obedient. Because when you’re desperate, you don’t think. And when you don’t think, you hand over complete control and of course you give me absolutely everything I want

Today it’s not about emptying your balls – quite the opposite.

It’s about pumping non-stop, fast, hard, to the limit, and sending me money whilst you’re doing it!

The rhythm is simple: the harder you get, the more you send. The more you send, the hotter you get. Its perfect!

A perfect balance.

While you stroke, repeat this to yourself:

“I am addicted to my Goddess.”

“I am addicted to paying my Goddess.”

“I only exist to stroke and serve.”

“My money belongs to my Goddess.”

“I only stroke to give my Goddess more.”

No cumming today. Just stroke and give me your money. Feel how hot you are. Feel how much you want to pay me. Empty your bank account for your Goddess. Now send it all.

You don’t need to talk. You don’t need to think. You just need to stroke and pay me. Empty your bank account.

Look at me. Keep your hand on your cock. Send

More strokes. More money. Harder and faster. You can’t stop.

Trying to hide what you want is a waste of time: surrender to your most primal urge and enjoy every breath!

Do it with me and feel your downfall coming.

Right. Let’s call it what it is.

You’re a ‘gooner’.

It’s not a hobby. It’s not a perversion. It’s who you are. It’s your kind.

You know the feeling. The world fades away. The screen is your life.

Your hand is nothing more than a machine, attached to your body, moving of its own free will. You’re not even there anymore. You’re just a pair of eyes and a hard cock, lost in the endless scroll.

You’ve ruined yourself for normal sex. You know that, don’t you?

The idea of being with a real person is... boring. It’s too much work. Too many sensations. Too much unpredictability that you’re not prepared for.

So you chose this. You chose the screen over a person. You chose the loop over a life. You’re not a man having a sexual experience.

You’re just another devoted, pathetic follower of porn. You pray to the algorithm to give you that high you so desperately want!

You’re pathetic

This is your legacy. This is what you’ll be remembered for. Nothing.

A few terabytes of downloaded porn and a browser history that would put anyone to shame.

Every time you look in the mirror, I want you to remember this. Every time you try to talk to someone, I want you to remember this. Every time you feel a tiny glimmer of hope, I want you to crush it by remembering what you are.

You are a loser. It’s that simple and permanent.

Hi, you're back again.

After so many days of abstinence, I know you're desperate; all you can think about is taking off that fucking cage and jerking off while you look at my perfect ass in these sexy leather pants.

I've really enjoyed making you suffer.

I wanna play with your mind, your dick, your money, and, above all, your wishes

Come on, loser!

Take that cage off!

It's time to jerk off.

Yes!!

I'm not kidding you.

You have permission to jerk off your stupid cock,

but listen to me closely:

I said

you can jerk off,

but I didn't say you can cum!

So, if you feel like you're about to cum,

stop, don't touch your cock!

And start over.

If you want to touch your pathetic cock without cumming, you'll pay

If you want to cum too, you'll pay

You can only touch it when I want you to and how I want you to.

I set the rules, and you just obey.

I've broken your mind to the point where you don't even want to pump your cock unless I tell you to!

Now get your wallet ready to pay for jerking off! fucking loser!

You’re gonna be more desperate than ever, hornier, and even poorer, haha.

You’re so fucking obsessed with my feet that you spend the whole day staring at them and kissing the screen, imagining you’re licking them!

You even do it in front of your wife, because you prefer my feet to hers.

But you know what? She loves my feet too.

You’ve already spent too much time pretending you have some kind of control over this.

You don’t.

Not here.

Not when I’m in front of you. No, in front of my tits

Here you lose control, you lose total control, and my tits take it all!

Not when your eyes keep falling exactly where I know they will.

You hate knowing that I can reduce all that confidence, all that discipline, all that effort, down to something so simple.

A look.

A movement.

A reminder.

And suddenly, there you are again.

Staring.

Quiet.

Predictable.

weak

vulnerable

anxious

hot

You keep telling yourself that you’re choosing what to do.

Poor idiot, you can't!

My tits are controlling you!

Stroke your stupid cock, loser.

I don’t need to convince you.

I don’t need to tell you to pay attention to me.

I simply know you’ll do it; I know you need to, I know you’ll beg

You’re easy to control when I know exactly what turns you on – my tits!

Look at them and jerk off, jerk off hard.

Admit it, my tits control your mind, your wallet and your life

Nothing matters when I put your weaknesses right under your nose. Pump your cock whilst looking at my tits and push yourself to breaking the limits

Here we are again.

Of course I knew you wanted more.

I knew you needed more.

After several weeks locked up and watching my video on a loop,

I bet you’re desperate.

Anxiety has got the better of you, and when you’ve finally felt your cock free, all you’ve been able to think about is cuming!

But you didn’t think I was going to make it that easy for you, did you?

Look at me closely, I know you wanna pump that cock whilst watching me, so I’m gonna give you the chance to do it. You’re gonna pump like the desperate wanker you are; you’re gonna pump as hard as you can, but for now you’ll only go as far as the edge.

I’ve got a wonderful surprise for you