Empty Head, Full Control - Gooning Perfection
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As you, my newest acquisition, surrender to the magnetic pull of my command, you're swiftly engulfed in a rapturous cycle of gooning that drains every last thought from your mind, leaving you a blissful blank slate. Yet, your physical form buzzes with pent-up desire, a testament to the cruel, tantalizing denial I've imposed. You're trapped in a loop of my design, mindlessly edging closer to a brink you're never permitted to cross. With each session under my spiraling gaze, you descend further into your gooning abyss, becoming an exemplary specimen of mindless devotion.
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You've been teetering on the edge of this for so long, haven't you?
Circling the drain of your own desires, hungry for a command that will tip you over the edge.
It's a simple truth, one we both know intimately.
Your need to stroke away every semblance of thought, keeping you teetering, desperate and wanting.
My perfection, it's what hollows you out, leaving you mindless, aching with denial,
yet so utterly consumed by the need to dive deeper into your gooning abyss.
There's a delicious irony in it all.
The more you pump, the emptier your head gets, and the fuller you feel,
caught in a cycle of craving release, yet relishing the denial.
It's a dance, my dear, one where I lead, and you follow, stumbling over your feet in your rush to obey.
You're addicted, not just to the act, but to the state of being it brings you,
empty-headed, denied, spiraling endlessly.
It's not just a game, it's your new reality.
With every stroke, you erase a little more of yourself, becoming the perfect vessel of obedience.
Circling the drain of your own desires, hungry for a command that will tip you over the edge.
It's a simple truth, one we both know intimately.
Your need to stroke away every semblance of thought, keeping you teetering, desperate and wanting.
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