It’s a familiar pattern now, this insatiable need to worship. Resistance has long been abandoned, replaced by a resigned acceptance. After a taxing day, nothing compares to indulging in an extended stroke session. My divine form offers no reprieve as I tease you with ease. Stroke devotedly for Goddess Lindsey, as you always do. Such a dutiful boy, aren’t you? Will I grant you the coveted release you seek? Or will I leave you there, lost in endless gooning? Perhaps both options hold appeal. After all, it’s a thrill to be the one dictating the terms.
