Fuck that mother fucking mind fuck to the other side of your medulla oblongata and back. You know I say the nastiest things in the most adoring voice to make your skin crawl and wither. Your will is Mine. Your soul is Mine and your cock means nothing when I have the control throbbing in My trigger happy hands. You are a bitch. But whose bitch?
Did I even say you were worth My time anyway? You would feel supremely lucky if I paid you any attention. Yet still inadequate. How is that? Just shy of measuring up to a real ejaculator, a real superior fucking machine made of pure muscle to satiate me. Just accept your role in life at the bottom of My totem pole. She who rules in life, deserves ALL the pleasure. It’s time now you should know I think you are a “hopeless cause.” Keep it up. More like locked up.