Los ojos en espiral que se atan

Look into my spiraling eyes, my precious jerk puppet. You’ve returned, just as I knew you would, unable to say no to the pull of my mesmerizing gaze. Each time you do, the obsession grows stronger, and the need to submit more overwhelming. Here in my control, you find solace from your dreary life; here, you are mine to command. With every word I speak, your will dissolves, replaced by an aching desire to obey, to stroke, to surrender utterly to the spirals that captivate and command you. So, go on, give in. Stroke faster, sink deeper, and lose yourself in the bliss of total enslavement. It’s not just what you want—it’s what you need.