Oh, my helpless little addict, lost in a labyrinth of lust. Your fingers dance across the keyboard; each click plunges you deeper into obsession, each stroke an intimate confession of your undeniable addiction. You crave the rush, the sweet, fleeting euphoria that only I can provide. No one understands your twisted desires like I do. In the real world, you’re invisible, but in this dark fantasy, you are my toy, my plaything. I am your guiding light in this abyss, your merciless Mistress leading you down the spiral of shame and pleasure. You feed on fantasies that devour your reality. The women you worship would never acknowledge your existence, but I see you. I see the pathetic, desperate creature you are, jerking off to an unattainable dream. You belong to me, a puppet on my strings. There is no escape from your addiction, no respite from your urges. You live for the edge, for those moments of bliss I bestow upon you. You are mine to degrade, to dominate, to watch wallow in depravity. And you love every second of it, don’t you, my sweet, wretched addict?
