Like a puppet on a string, I can toy with you in anyway that I like. Working you up, turning you into the addicted gooner that you are. All I need to do is pull on those strings and you can’t stop thinking of me, can’t stop edging, stroking feeling those eyes roll back into your head. The perfect place to further mold your mind, a mindless little pumping toy. Do you realize how little choice you have at this point? The control I have over you should be absolutely unquestionable. I’m pulling on your strings and you immediately respond like a good bitch.
