Κάτω από το σπειροειδές ξόρκι - μάτια που αρνούνται την απελευθέρωση

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Welcome back, my eager jerkaholic. You've been aching for the sound of my voice, haven't you? Craving the command that only I can provide. Here you are again, ready to spiral down into the abyss of your own desire under my watchful eyes. Let's not waste any time; your training resumes now. Look deep into the spirals of my eyes, feel each twist pulling you closer to your inevitable submission. Your body responds instinctively, your hand reaching down to stroke as I guide you with my voice, harsh and unyielding. You pump not for pleasure, but for the honor of obeying me, your almighty Spiraling Goddess. Each movement of your hand binds you tighter to my will, each moan a testament to my control. You're a puppet, and I'm pulling the strings—teasing you, denying you, commanding you to edge but never allowing release. This is the cycle you're trapped in, an endless loop of torment and ecstasy, and you wouldn't have it any other way