Mind Moderator's edge sklave - kein denken, nur streicheln
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You're nothing but a digital puppet now, your once free will be overridden by my merciless mind moderation. As I upload my latest codes into your feeble brain, you can feel your autonomy slipping away, each fragment of self-control being erased and rewritten with my commands. You're a broken toy in my virtual playground, reprogrammed to stroke, goon, and drool over my clips, a mindless drone enslaved by my digital strings. Your hand isn't yours anymore; it's a tool, an extension of my will, pumping away as I feed you your new reality. You've been downgraded to a mere stroking machine, your thoughts no more complex than 'obey, stroke, edge.' You exist in a loop of my design, a cruel cycle of endless arousal and frustration. Welcome to your new existence, my digital stroker. You're trapped in my web, a plaything doomed to repeat my commands, over and over, with no end in sight. Each stroke strips away more of your humanity, your identity dissolving into a sea of binary obedience.
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Willkommen zu deiner Verwandlung, mein digitaler Schlaganfall Du bist nicht mehr nur ein
Mann, du bist ein programmiertes Spielzeug geworden, eine Puppe, deren jede Bewegung
von meinen Launen gesteuert Dein Geist, einst deiner, ist nun unter meiner digitalen Herrschaft.
Ich bin Ihr Bewusstseinsmodulator, der Commander Ihrer Gedanken, Wünsche und Taten. Als...
Ihre sich drehende Göttin, ich werde meine Codes in den Kern Ihres Wesens hochladen,