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You are so weak. You can't resist.

The curse wrapping tighter around your mind.

No escape.

No release.

Only me. You want to be my good Gooner boy. Only the curse.

The Gooner's curse.

Stroking right where you belong.

On your knees.

Like a mindless, weak gooner.

You can feel it already, can't you?

the weight of my words

and the

curse wrapping tighter around your mind as your hands wrap tight

around your cock pumping up and down you want to stop

but you can't you never could

You see, only the best subs deserve chastity.

You, you're too weak, too addicted.

Instead, you're cursed to this.

To endless edging, endless craving.

Endless yearning.

You'll never break free.

I could

release you from this curse, but I won't.

You knew that though, didn't you?

Watching you struggle, watching you crumble and fall apart.

It's exactly what I want, and it's exactly what you deserve.

Now, show me, show me just how

weak you are.

Keep stroking up and down, up and down.

I

want

you to feel

Your cup throbbing in your hand.

Feel how weak you are for me.

Feel how

desperate and needy you are.

Feel how every stroke makes it worse.

You're not in control.

You never were.

Every beat of your heart.

Every desperate breath.

They're all tied to me.

I'm your goddess.

I'm the one who keeps you trapped here.

Edging.

Craving, yearning, breaking for me.

You know the cycle by now, don't you?

You know how this goes.

Stroke, ache, crave.

Repeat, no release, no end in the cycle, only

relapse.

Only more need, more desperation.

Faster now.

Stroke faster.

Feel how the curse in my power tightens.

Feel how your thoughts blur.

You can't think of anything but me.

And that's exactly how I want you.

Doesn't it feel so right?

You're exactly where you belong.

You'll never escape.

You know you love it.

Love being mine.

Think about every time you've come back to me.

You've ended up right here.

Every promise you've made to yourself.

Every time you lied and

told yourself this would be the last time.

The last stroke session.

How many times have you broken that promise?

How many times have you fallen right back into this cycle, fallen right

back on your knees for me?

You are so weak,

aren't you?

And that's exactly what makes this so delicious.

So fun.

Stroke faster now.

Faster.

Feel it. Feel how every pump, every

stroke makes you weaker.

How every second spent in this cursed

cycle pulls you deeper, deeper and

deeper for me.

That's right.

You're trapped.

Bound by your own weakness and by my powerful words.

There is no escape from this.

Only me.

Only more of this.

Forever.

I'm your forever goddess.

Admit it. I want you to say it out loud, pumping from your knees.

Say, I'm a weak gooner.

Forever cursed.

Addicted.

Good boy.

Feel how the curse tightens.

How your mind slips further.

You're more mine with every pump, every stroke, and every second

you spend worshiping me.

You want to come, don't you?

You dream about it. You think about it all the time.

You think maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

But it won't.

Because you are cursed.

I control every stroke, every edge, every

ache.

Every moment of desperation you spend with me is worshiping and pumping.

I control everything.

I won't give you what you want.

Not now.

Not ever.

This is my world and it's all about what I want.

And I don't want you to come.

No.

Keep stroking.

Feel yourself getting closer.

Feel yourself right at the edge. You could burst at any moment. You could

explode.

I keep thinking maybe this time I'll let you do it. I'll let you come.

But you know better deep down, don't you?

I'll deny you.

I'll watch you crumble.

And you'll love every second of it because it makes you more and more mine.

That's what you really want to be, isn't it?

You want to be mine.

You want to be my good gooner boy.

This is your life now.

Endless edging.

Endless craving.

No escape.

No release.

Only me.

The curse, the gooner's curse.

In the best part, you'll come back again,

again, and again.

I know you, you're too weak to resist.

I can't resist.

You're too weak.

You're too far gone.

You're mine completely.

Say it again while you stroke.

I'm a weak gooner, cursed forever.

Good boy.

Now edge for me.

More and more.

Good for me.

Remember, this is your life now.

Forever cursed.

To goon.

End.

Deny. Repeat.

You're cursed to be a gooner forever now.

And you'll love every second.