Listen closely, my groveling pet. I am your Spiraling Goddess and you exist solely to provide my amusement. Your marathon is about to begin, an arduous journey where each stroke, each gasp, each desperate whimper is orchestrated by my whims. My spiraling eyes will hook your weak mind, reeling you into a world of unending pleasure and ceaseless torment. Your hand will move on its own, seeking the pleasure I permit but the release I deny. In my realm, gooning is your sacred duty, a torturous rite you perform under my unforgiving gaze.