Je vormen tot mijn gehoorzame queer-bediende
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Your weak resistance crumbles under my control. Each inhale of the inticating atmosphere dismantles your defenses, turning you into my submissive queer servant. Under my orders, you'll cater to men, yearning for the degradation and satisfaction that only my dominance can provide. Your sole purpose is to obey, to please, and to embody the obedient role I've crafted for you.
Video Transcription
You pathetic little worm, still clinging to the notion that you have some semblance of
control, some pitiful shred of dignity left.
How laughable, you know deep down that resistance is futile, that you've been spiraling into
this moment from the very start.
I've seen right through your pathetic attempts to maintain control, and now, with every breath
