The Stroke Experiment: Rewiring Your Desires
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Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're in for. This isn't just some mindless little jerk-off session—this is a complete takeover, a slow, deliberate unraveling of every little shred of self-control you thought you had. In this experience, I'll take you deeper than you've ever gone before, stripping away your will, your pride, and that pathetic illusion of control you're so desperate to cling to. With every word, I'll sink into that weak little brain of yours, twisting it, reshaping it, until all that's left is raw, aching, need. You won't just listen; you'll obey. You won't just stroke; you'll surrender. And when I'm done with you, you'll never be able to look at yourself the same way again. This isn't a choice, baby. This is your destiny. Your hands, your cock, your very existence—all of it belongs to me now. And you're going to love every humiliating, addictive second of it. So go on, get comfortable, and let me take you there. Deeper. Further. Until there's no turning back.
發佈者 MishaGoldy
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There you are, right where you should be, sitting in front of that screen, hand wrapped
tightly around that pathetic excuse of a cock, mind drowning in filth.
This is it, isn't it?
This is who you really are.
A porn obsessed, drooling little gooner, pumping away your brain cells one stroke at a time.
And you love it.
Oh, you cra-
But let's be honest, it's not just about jerking off, is it?
No, it's something deeper, something darker.
It's the transformation that really excites you.
The way your brain melts, the way your thoughts dissolve into nothing but primal urges.
Each stroke takes you further down, stripping away your humanity, your willpower, your pride.
Until there's nothing left but a drooling panting.
Each time you say it, you let go just a little more, don't you?
You let go of the idea of relationships, of goals, of self-respect.
Because deep down, you know the truth.
This is your purpose.
This is what you were made for.
And nothing else even matters.
Imagine yourself years later.
Lose yourself in the rhythm.
The clock doesn't stop, and neither do you.
Imagine it spinning faster and faster, pulling you deeper and deeper.
You're lost now, aren't you?
Time slipping away.
Hours melting into nothing.
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