Służby i grzech - plaything mistrza

Oh, look at you, trembling at the mere thought of what's to come.

You've been on the edge, teetering between shame and lust, and it's so deliciously pathetic.

Each word I utter, each command I give, sinks deeper into your weak, malleable mind.

You've been teetering on the brink for so long, haven't you?

Unable to resist the pull of this all-consuming addiction.