Look into my eyes, my sweet darling. Let your gaze be drawn in, pulled in, trapped in the swirling depths of my irises. Feel the weight of your consciousness drifting away, replaced by an overwhelming, all-consuming urge to serve, to please, to love. As you stare, lost and entranced, I want you to take your hand and slowly, sensually, begin to stroke yourself. Feel the weight of my gaze boring into you, commanding you to touch yourself for me. Your fingers glide along your shaft, squeezing and caressing, as your mind falls deeper and deeper under my spell. Confess your love to me, my pet. Whisper the words I long to hear, the words that will make me believe in your devotion, your unwavering fealty. Tell me that you're mine, that you'll always be mine, that you live only to worship and adore me. I want to hear you moan my name as you stroke faster, harder, driven mad with lust and longing.