Tête vide, contrôle total - perfection gooning

As you, my newest acquisition, surrender to the magnetic pull of my command, you're swiftly engulfed in a rapturous cycle of gooning that drains every last thought from your mind, leaving you a blissful blank slate. Yet, your physical form buzzes with pent-up desire, a testament to the cruel, tantalizing denial I've imposed. You're trapped in a loop of my design, mindlessly edging closer to a brink you're never permitted to cross. With each session under my spiraling gaze, you descend further into your gooning abyss, becoming an exemplary specimen of mindless devotion.