I know you better than anybody in your life.

Better than your parents. Better than your friends. Better than your significant other or any before.

I know what makes you tick. I know what you crave. I know what depravaties you seek. I know what makes you drip. I know what makes your tongue loll from your mouth and your eyes back into your head. I know what makes your body light up like electricity with your desperate desire to cum while your stupid brain can’t figure out how to.

That’s why you’re here, right?

That’s why you’re looking at my posts?

You need me to tell you. To keep that control over you.

Got you.

What a pathetic mess you are for me.

How does that make you feel? Knowing that I know you better than anybody else does?

Well you’re still here so, you must like it.