Lost in the Spiral - the Making of a Slut

Every time your eyes lock with the spirals in mine, your fate is further sealed, isn't it? Reduced to nothing but a needy cocksucker, so desperate for a taste, so hungry for that which only I can provide. My spirals draw out those filthy, desires within you, exposing your true nature. You can't hide from it; you're starving for dick, aren't you? Lost in the endless, spiraling abyss, control slips away from your grasp. You transform into nothing more than a whimpering, pathetic bitch, aching for your next fix, for that powerful, consuming sensation only submission can bring. How does it feel, knowing you're this weak, this susceptible? My spirals, those tantalizing, mesmerizing loops, have enslaved you to every filthy, nasty urge simmering within your twisted psyche. Isn't it utterly humiliating?