As you are having a one-way, asexual “fuck” with a feed, your money, attention, and semen all go the same direction: out of you, into a void...

Isolated, screen-bound, swallowing whatever you are fed, you

polish yourself with a shaking hand while the “war” you think you are fighting is just you fist-fucking your own life.

At some point you gotta come down & the drop is gotta be grand.

12 mins

[ pussyless, pussyfree, wanker, porn addiction, mind fuck, beta bucks, parasocial, lonely, gooning, gooner, mean witch, wallet drain, ripoff, loser, beta, shame, reject, owned, money slave, paypig, verbal humiliation, psychological domination ]

Post-nut disgust. Goon zombie. Something in your head that isn’t you.

Do you even recognise him? The one pumping when you’re not yourself.

Possession. An invisible leech inside your skull, and the only way it lets go is if you listen, pump, leak, and pay.

Let’s turn your shame into ritual.

You burn cash to burn the trash.

13mins

salvation, shame, gooning, porn addiction, joi, wallet drain, psychological domination, mind fuck, findom, humiliation, witch, sinner, possession, good boy, brainwash, mind control, occult, ritual, sacrilege, guilt, post nut, edging, compulsion, worship, blasphemy, money slavery

As a genetically inferior beta male whose body and sperm are defective, you shouldn’t ever try to reproduce.

Women are biologically wired to reject you, so the only acceptable use of your sexuality is solitary masturbation to porn.

Your role is simple: give up silly attempts to mate and serve Psyelene!

This artwork is a silent screen study.

An ambiguous loop with no narration supplied. Not a single word is spoken in this clip. I won’t tell you what to think or what to do.

Your brain, trained by hours of voyeurism, must compose its own soundtrack, filling the silence with assumptions, cravings, fantasies, discomfort and compulsive watching.

After swallowing digital loads shot directly from your screen into your psyche, what haven’t you heard?

Perhaps it is something only your subconscious can confess.

Buy this file. Watch it as many times as it takes. Then send Me the inner monologue it evokes, accompanied by an offering.

Screenbound.

You drop for My orb.

Do you feel real?

Living your grey life, that tastes like cardboard, fake-fucking the pictures inside your head...

Cum-glazed gaze aimed at an RGB rainbow.

Red. Red is desire pulsing inside your cock.

Green. Green is cash you send to Psyelene.

Blue. Blue is you, sad boy, shopping for fun.

Surrender to My voice. Drop. Drip. Get reprogrammed into nothing but a thing for Psyelene.

She is a mere container for your sad dick.

A vessel.

Tag-along for your daily routines.

Mundane.

And when you hammer into her cunt.

It’s not lovemaking.

It’s like smashing your head on the wall in desperation.

Why her?

Why does life have to be this?

She gets your worthless dick and the shell of a man to call husband/boyfriend. I get your mind, money and soul.

Her man is my bitch. And I keep my bitches on a short leash.

You are already broken: an empty, brittle shell crushed by reality and your own failure as a man. Stop fighting it. Surrender completely. Let me mindfuck you, drain your money, and turn you into my obedient, gooning, cash-dispensing object.

In exchange, I give you the only relief you can still feel: weightlessness, numbness, and permission to stop being a person.

You are already broken: an empty, brittle shell crushed by reality and your own failure as a man. Stop fighting it. Surrender completely. Let me mindfuck you, drain your money, and turn you into my obedient, gooning, cash-dispensing object.

In exchange, I give you the only relief you can still feel: weightlessness, numbness, and permission to stop being a person.

Your loneliness, emptiness, and lack of real intimacy have turned you into an addict. You now voluntarily clock into your own degradation like a job. I am not your lover — I am the one occupying the hollow space inside you. The more broken and hollow you feel, the more of you belongs to me. And you pay to keep this going.

Findom is the most honest form of unrequited desire possible in the digital age. It strips away the usual illusions of relationships (mutual affection, eventual reciprocation, the fantasy that paying will eventually earn love or access). What remains is pure hierarchy: one person gives, the other receives, and both know exactly what is happening. Your arousal and meaning come from consciously choosing to be consumed by someone who will never choose you back.

Your porn addiction, shame, financial ruin, and sexual brokenness are not disgusting or pathetic — they are beautiful, poetic, and noble when you stop fighting them and instead offer them to me (Psyelene). Your suffering becomes devotion. Your degeneracy becomes spiritualized. Your ruin now belongs to me.

Let me fuck your brain until all those chaotic little thoughts are gone and there’s only me.

Fuck “normal porn.” You know what you truly crave is to be broken down mentally and financially.

Let me melt your brain, edge your cock stupid, and drain your wallet in an endless loop.

You exist to stroke, edge, send, repeat, until you are completely owned, mindless, and financially ruined by Psyelene.