I know some of you can’t be trusted not to touch yourselves. Chastity’s not for everyone. Not yet, anyway.

You’re out of control. The thrill of life just on the edge. Endless pleasure.

Does it ever feel like a curse?

What’s your relationship with fate?

Your obsessions tell me a lot about you.

I like that you know you don’t deserve an orgasm.

Constant arousal keeps you needy, pathetic.

Do you think you’ll ever give it rest?

I know you won’t. Not yet.

First you have to edge to oblivion.

You have to face that you’re not in control. Never have been.

Do you think it’s a coincidence?

You probably don’t think much at all. You let your cunt or your cock do that for you.

How’s that working out for you?

What’s your relationship with time?

Do you ever feel like you’re losing it?

Can you lose yourself in pleasure? Even when arousal turns to pain?

I want you to goon deeper. Until you lose yourself. Mindless and empty and open for me.

Obedience is bliss.

And you couldn’t cum even if you wanted to, isn’t that right?

Good toy.