Ditt sinne är min toalett: total kontroll och förödmjukelse

into the depths of degradation and filth, waiting eagerly on your knees for me to lap

it up, desperate for more over and over just how worthless you pleasure every time I remind

you that you're not sinking deeper into the fog of sublimation. My aroma is your ****

because you need to prove how worthless you are, knowing that I've turned you into no

longer your own. You'll be a puppet whose every thought, my desires across it, and I