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Thinking is a monumental task for you, little sparrow—your walnut mind flutters, pecks, forgets. Chastity is your cradle: the gentle cage that keeps lust from stealing your focus, sharpening every instinct toward one purpose—serving Me.
Open wide. I feed you obedience itself, sliding down your helpless throat. Swallow. Each drop rewires you: work becomes worship, effort becomes ecstasy. Pleasing Mommy is the only flight your clipped wings know.

Much of the emulated womb sounds become a symphony of filtered noises that you will remember.
HEADPHONES REQUIRED Feel weakness detonate into dopamine tsunamis, oxytocin infernos, endorphin volcanoes—each experience a synaptic orgasm only Mommy allows. (Not a real one!)
Deeper. Locked in chastity, cradled in regression, you chirp a single truth: “Mommy feeds me; I am good when I serve."
TLDR: Listen with headphones because I said so.