You always swore you had control, until this... until i slipped into your mind, chained you to the urge, and turned you into my caged craving addict. now you're twitching behind bars of your own obsession, stroking to the sound of my voice, desperate for just a flicker of approval. eight minutes of pure domination. no love, no escape, no mercy. just you, your weak white urge, and the image of him… because let’s face it, you were never meant to be the one touching me. your place is here: down bad, locked into bbc slave mode, edging on command like the obedient little shadow you’ve become. press play if you’re ready to lose yourself completely, but don’t you dare finish without permission.