Mommy Bella’s Goon Puppet
You will stroke exactly when I allow.
You will stop exactly when I snap.
You will repeat my mantras out loud until your voice cracks:
“I leak for Her.”
“I ache for Her.”
“I am Mommy’s puppet forever.”
By the end you’ll be a drooling, throbbing mess, hands locked off, ruin dripping uselessly onto your belly while my laughter echoes in your ruined mind. No release. Only the exquisite, endless ache that keeps you crawling back to buy this again tomorrow.
Mommy is waiting to pull your strings....


















