Owned by superior tits
My tits weaken you. My voice, My presence, the effortless power I hold over you, it ruins you. You try to think, but your thoughts are slow, sluggish, drowning in the weight of your obsession. The longer you kneel before Me, the harder it becomes to remember who you were before. Before this. Before Me. Before My tits. But that doesn’t matter anymore, does it? Nothing matters except My tits....
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