Do you ever pause and reflect on the transformation I’ve orchestrated in you? Let’s stroll down memory lane together. Today’s jerk instructions are straightforward, sans CEI. I’m well aware of your newfound penchant for consuming your own essence. Recall the numerous attempts it took for you to finally swallow? You’d hold that warm load, eyeing it nervously, contemplating its fate. Today, I want you to yearn for the chance to devour it. Feel that shift? Notice how far you’ve journeyed! Behold what Goddess has sculpted you into. Now, whimper with your load in hand, craving to ingest it. Repeat after me, “Goddess Lindsey molded me.” Yet, even in this realization, your pleas grow more desperate. It’s finally clicked—your true, abject submission. This could be your defining moment. Will I permit you to indulge, or let this unsettling truth linger?
