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You swore you were done. You deleted the tabs, cleared the history, promised yourself never again. Yet here you are—hard, leaking, already stroking the moment my voice hits your ears.

This session isn’t porn; it’s your new operating system. I lock you into my rhythm, make you repeat the truth—you only stroke when I say, you only come if I allow. I crank the tempo, drown you in filthy affirmations, and yank you to the edge until your brain is mush and your cock’s on autopilot. No escape, no redemption—just endless gooning under my control.

Listen, obey, and watch what’s left of your willpower evaporate. When I finally let you break, you’ll understand: you’re not addicted to porn—you’re addicted to me.