Too Late

Description: From the moment the very idea of findom entered your feeble little mind, it was already too late. your fate was sealed, your dive down the rabbit hole of destruction an inevitability. for you know that nothing will ever make you feel so alive, nothing will ever make you throb harder. heed the cruel truth tumbling from my lips, go blank for my mesmerizing curves, feel my psychosexual tendrils snaking into your psyche. your brain is broken, utterly reprogrammed. and no matter how hard you crash into what you think is rock bottom, the bottom will always give way to even deeper depths of despair. gender neutral.