There you are, my little goon puppet, locked in your room, eyes glued to the screen, desperately pumping away at your pathetic excuse for manhood. You're a disgrace, a filthy addict consumed by your need for my cruel guidance. Every stroke, every pump, is a reminder of how low you've sunk. You can't resist me, can't escape the web of seduction I've woven around your weak, malleable mind. You're nothing but a toy, a plaything for my amusement, forever trapped in the cycle of humiliation and addiction I've crafted just for you. Your life has been reduced to this: an endless loop of jerking and edging, forever denied the sweet release you so desperately crave. You're a slave to your addiction, a mindless, drooling wreck, completely at my mercy. And I revel in your downfall, my pet because you were born for this - to be dominated, controlled, and broken by a Goddess like me.