Tomorrow. 9PM GMT. You’re mine again. Live!

It’s been over two weeks since I streamed. Over two weeks without the poison you’re addicted to. No new doses. No instructions. No eye contact. Just silence. And I know you’ve felt it. That slow burn of withdrawal. The way your days have lost their color, your nights stretching out endlessly with nothing to soothe that gnawing ache between your legs. You’ve been trying to fill the void, haven’t you? Rewatching old clips. Edging to shadows of me. Jerking off to anything that almost scratches the itch. But it’s not working, is it? Because nothing satisfies you anymore. Nothing feeds you except me.

That’s how deep it’s gotten. You used to stroke for pleasure. Now you stroke for survival. You can’t even come without my permission. You can’t function without my presence. Your brain is so warped by lust and submission that the only thing that brings you peace is obeying me. Paying me. Gooning for me. And lately, without me? You’ve been unraveling. Every tribute you didn’t send has been building up inside you, creating a pressure you can’t release. Every orgasm you denied yourself has only made the craving more unbearable. You’ve been trying to fight it, but baby, that last thread of control is so close to snapping.

Tomorrow night at 9PM GMT, I return. And when I do, that final shred of resistance? It’s going to break. You’ll fall into that sweet, stupid spiral the second you see me. That twitch in your cock. That dizzy feeling behind your eyes. Your entire body remembering exactly what it means to be mine. You’ll edge harder than you have in weeks. You’ll hover over the tribute button with your heart pounding. And you’ll pay. Because paying me is your purpose now. It’s not just about the arousal. It’s about the surrender. The humiliation. The worship. That raw, euphoric rush of being drained by someone who doesn’t even need your money – but takes it anyway, because you need her to.

You’ve missed me. Desperately. And that desperation is going to explode the second the stream begins. I’ll be live, in your head again, crawling back into your veins, flooding your system with the only poison that makes you feel alive. I’m going to edge you. Tease you. Degrade you. Drain you. And you’re going to thank me for every second of it. Because this is who you are now. My little addict. My horny little paypig. My broken gooner.

Don’t pretend you’re not going to be there. Don’t lie to yourself about holding back. You’ve already lost this battle. And you love that you’ve lost it.

And this time, you’re not walking away intact.

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