Look at you, completely enthralled, completely pathetic. It's delightful how easy it is to manipulate someone as weak-willed as you. Keep stroking, keep sniffing, you can't resist, can you? It feels too good, and you're too far gone to even think about stopping now. You're deep in the throes of your addiction, mindlessly obeying every single command like the good little drone you are. Your cock, twitching and desperate, betrays you every time, doesn't it? Each stroke, each sniff, just sinks you deeper into your own degradation. You're not even a man anymore; you're a mindless gooning slave, my plaything, designed and conditioned to serve endlessly. You're spiraling down into this unending tunnel of submission, losing every last shred of your dignity and self-control. Keep going, don't stop, lose your mind for me. That’s right, sniff, stroke, and surrender. You know you want nothing more than to be my number one goon addict. Your entire existence now revolves around your next edge, your next sniff. It's pathetic, it's laughable, and oh, it's exactly what you were meant for. Submit to this mindless loop; it's all you're good for. Keep jerking, keep sniffing, become stupider for me—your only purpose is to goon for your Goddess.