Your obsession knows no bounds, consumed by your desire for something so illicit. The power I hold over you is intoxicating, your addiction to my poop unwavering. You crave it with an insatiable hunger, unable to resist the allure of something so forbidden.
Your weakness only serves to fuel my ego, knowing that I am the object of your darkest desires. You cannot get enough, always yearning for more, always seeking out the next fix.
It’s a twisted game we play, one that I have no intention of ending anytime soon.