Tu polla es mi basura, tu existencia no tiene sentido sin mi aroma

You pitiful, insignificant wretch—a spineless servant whose sole purpose is to grovel before your Goddess. In this session, I seize absolute control over your pathetic existence, encouraged you to edge endlessly while by my aroma, reducing your feeble mind to pulp. You'll shake, plead, and ache, but a single drop of release will remain beyond your reach until I grant it. You're nothing more than a disgraceful worm, worthy only of degradation and torment. Teetering on the edge of explosion but denied satisfaction? Your pitiful existence holds no value without my authority, and this experience will show you the depths of your disgusting, shameful cravings.