As you stare into the unyielding spiral, your mind becomes a blank canvas, ready for my insidious drawing. I, your Goddess Misha Goldy, will fill it with my own thoughts, my desires, my commands. You’re powerless, hanging on every word I whisper, each syllable a chisel shaping your new reality. Your old self fades away as you're pulled deeper into my dominion. The spirals twist and turn, and with each rotation, you lose a piece of your former self, sinking into a state of complete mental enslavement. My JOI isn't just instruction; it's the binding spell that ties you irrevocably to me. With each stroke, you carve deeper my mark into your soul, sealing your fate as my absolute plaything. You're mine to use, a toy for my whims and pleasures. You crave this, don't you, my pet? To be utterly consumed, owned, and controlled by me.