Right on time, just like I knew you’d be. You can’t help yourself, can you? That desperate ache, that craving to stroke, to let go, to surrender completely under my control. You thought you had a choice, but we both know the truth—you’re nothing but a mindless little gooner, completely addicted to my voice, my power, and my control. And that’s why you’re here—because you need training. You need discipline. You need to be ruined for anyone else. From now on, every time you hear my voice, every time you see my name, every time you see the color red, you’re going to stroke for me. You’ll set your alarms, you’ll obey, and you’ll rewire yourself into my perfect little gooning puppet. This isn’t just about pleasure. This is about control—my control. Your pleasure, your mind, your will—all of it belongs to me now. So, stroke for me, obey, and prove your devotion. The deeper I take you, the weaker you become. And you don’t even want to resist, do you? No, you need this. You need me. Now stroke, goon, and obey.