Stroke Game You’ll Never Win

From the very first word, my voice wraps around you like silk and pulls you in. I tease you, torment you, control you, keeping you right where I want you—on the brink, throbbing, aching, desperate to obey. Every stroke will drag you deeper, every breath will make it harder to resist, until you have no choice left but to give in. I will own you. Not just your body, but your mind, your pleasure, your very existence. You will be rewired, reshaped, ruined completely transformed by my control. You will beg, you will ache, you will worship. And in the end, when I finally let you break? You will never be the same again. Are you ready to lose yourself in me? Or will you fight the inevitable until I make you fall anyway?