Je te fais gooncer au fond de ma domination

You stroke endlessly, your thoughts obliterated, your mind reduced to a vessel of submission for my amusement. Each time you near the brink, I pull you back, trapping you in a relentless cycle of craving and torment. You're lost in gooning, your entire existence consumed by my voice, my unyielding control. Your release isn't yours to claim—it's mine to grant, and every agonizing second you edge is a tribute to the boundless authority of my dark and merciless power.