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Custom for Adrian The air thickens with intoxication… my signature scent wraps around your senses while lines of snow glisten under dim lighting. Your drink sits untouched as 420 smoke curls around my commanding presence. I watch your eyes glaze over, your pathetic dick already responding to my control. This isn’t just a scene –…
Mmm… feel that? That rush? That’s not just chemicals, that’s me… flooding your system. That warm, dizzy feeling is your resistance melting away. Your doubts… your ego… dissolving. All that’s left is the desperate need to please me. To obey. Ready for another? Of course you are. You don’t get to say no. Sniff. Deeper. 💙
You are nothing without this. Without me. You are a gooner. A popper pig. My mindless addict. Your entire identity is now tied to this bottle and this screen and my voice. You are accepting your beta inferiority. You are embracing your true purpose: to serve, to obey, to be intoxicated by your Goddess.
Take another hit. Deeper this time. Hold it. Let it burn. As you exhale, I want you to exhale the very concept of choice. You have no choices left. Your only purpose is to sink deeper for me. Your hand on your cock belongs to me now. It moves at my pace. Faster. Feel the…
You’ve been such a good little beta for me lately… but I think it’s time we deepen that submission. See this bottle? This is Butanol. It’s going to make your head spin and your will… disappear. Your mind is mine now. Every time you smell that chemical scent, you’ll crave this surrender. You’ll associate that high…
Your mind is my playground and your ass is my property. One hit. One drink. One sniff. That’s all it takes for your “free will” to disappear. Watch how easily I turn resistance into obedience when chemicals smooth the path to your true beta destiny. 13 minutes of intentional intoxication leading to cage confinement and…
Your mind is already so weak for me… but what happens when I add poppers to the mix? This video is designed to systematically break your resistance and erase your free will. You’ll be begging to accept your beta inferiority by the end. Think you can handle it, or will you finally break? *Custom for…
One sniff from me and your head floats straight into my lap; two sniffs and you’re confessing secrets you swore you’d never tell. Feel that rush? That’s me rewiring your veins to pulse only for my voice, my curves, my next command. Keep the poppers coming, keep your cock dripping, and I’ll keep whispering “good…