You can’t escape the overwhelming lust as you gawk at it. Mouth open, cock hard, you feel your sense of self slipping away, replaced by the need to worship.
You have no control. This bikini has become an instant trigger, and now all you can do is obey. All you need to do is worship.
The tiny strings loop endlessly in your mind as you spiral deeper into your goon cave. Trapped in your own thoughts, succumbing to the desire to be nothing, to be no one. All that matters now is this bikini.
