Mindfuck Reprogramming

Close your eyes. Empty your mind. Shouldn’t be hard, idiot. Not much in there other then your own pathetic desires regardless.

You’re being strapped to the chair. Its in the center of the room. Everything is tied and secure, you can’t barely move anything, other then a small amount of slack with your hand upon your cock. You can keep stroking it. Who’d imagine a faggot like you couldn’t.

No door. There was light but you don’t know from where. And then the off blue stattaco glow of a monitor in front of you, your head is strapped down. You can’t move. Just squirm.

Your mind is going to be rewritten. Every. Single. Thought.

You’re going to be a dumb cumslut cock lusting braided whorish bimbo. You’ve got no choice in the matter. The girl on the screen says to obey. She’s the only thing there.

One voice in either ear. So soft, so sensual, so femine, each one telling you more and more things about your new life.

You girly little cumslut. You won’t remember your own life anymore, so may as well listen to what the pretty girls want.

Happy birthday bitch. I’ll blow off your dick for you.

Hey there faggot, didn’t get enough humiliation and degradation the last time you little pathetic pervert? Well don’t worry, for being such a fucking hilarious little pile of pathetic premature limp, soft perversion I already anticipated you’d be back for more. You pathetic little bitch. You spend all that time online stroking your little miserable excuse fantasizing about being told no and being taken advantage of because, face it, you’re a pathetic little faggy limp wristed panty sniffing lisping slut bitch. You look for beautiful girls to destroy you, and here I am, doing it right in front of the captive audience of all the little sluts and cunts I control just to give you the cruelty you know you deserve out of the kindness of my heart, stomping on your balls just for the fun of it since I know you’ll pay me with your addiction regardless.

 

You know you could see me naked, exposed, and you wouldn’t even have the nut to touch me, would you faggot? That’s right, you’d be scared, you’d be too fucking scared to touch me even if you thought I wanted it, you’re twice my fucking size and I could slap you around like a little bitch and you’d ask for more, wouldn’t you?

So if you don’t mind jerking and stroking your pathetic little limp member all day trying to make it hard like a real man, here’s my little gift to you, a nice filthy pair of undergarments, each soiled from the stains of sex and fucking, life, sweat, living, musky, unwashed, silken and crusty.

And I’m going to shove your face into it and not let you up, with my pretty heel on the back of your head, telling you try to stand up, and knowing you can’t.

But don’t worry. I won’t let you cum. I’m going to take everything away from you and leave you still wanting more slut.

<3

Austra

Lick my feet, Faggot

Approach bitch. I know you’re there. Was listening behind the closed door that good for you? Did you like hearing that stud get his fucking fantastic cock rubbed by my pretty feet? Well its your lucky day, loser. I have a treat for you. Do you see how my feet are a little shiny? A little wet?

That’s right faggot. My feet are dirty. I’m going to give you a treat. My toes are covered in cum, my feet are so yummy anyway, suck it off. Clean them. Mmm, that’s a good boy, lick my superior man’s cum off my pretty feet, thank me for it. Thank him for it.

I see that look of humiliated rapture in your stupid face, you’re such a pathetic little bitch, aren’t you loser? That’s right, I’m going to push my feet into your face too. Rub my mans cum on your stupid little head. Force you to gag on my foot. That’s right you little bitch.

Aww, you’re jealous aren’t you? But you’re jerking that worthless cock so much you spunk sucking faggot. Is this a turn on for you? I know for a fact you feel like you’re 2 inches tall, but hey, bigger then your fucking dick. You’re sitting there, playing with yourself you little faggot, dreaming about sucking the cum off my feet, aren’t you?

Bitch. You’re so fucked up its hilarious. Maybe I’ll have to do even nastier things to my feet to see just how much of a pathetic pig you are. I will if you think your worthless little penny bag is enough to please me. You’re too poor to ever afford something decent, let alone perfection like me, but maybe if you save and work hard, you might get me to spit on you while I laugh.

 

Fucking idiot. Haha.

Phonesex Smoking Fetish Slave For Me

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Hello bitch, I almost didn’t notice you there, mind if I smoke? I don’t care about your opinion either way; I know I look so fucking hot. I know your pathetic cock is already so straining at the thought of me. You probably do the pathetic little pinching that passes for masturbation for you for hours. Now observe as I place my all white cigarette to my soft, full, red, glistening lips and light it. Isn’t that sexy? Watching me take a drag from my feminine cigarette is hotter then anything you’ve ever seen, isn’t it, pet?. I know you want to watch me coldly exhale the soft white cloud into your face. To laugh. To flick the ash at you. It’s all you deserve. You should feel blessed I would even take the time to blow my smoke in your face… you know that, right? A goddess doesn’t need to waste her time on losers like you.

Your worthless little cock can’t help it, it loves me, My beautiful face, My voice, it responds to something so simple as me smoking in front of you..  Hands off the cock, you little slut, you haven’t asked nor paid me, have you? That’s right. I’m so seductive when I smoke. It’s enough to drive a real man wild, And you? Well. We needn’t list your inadequcies, it’d be cruel of you to expect me to notate them all. I know you worship me. Open your mouth. Close your eyes.

You’re getting even stupider as you stroke away, watching me smoke. You worship Austra, don’t you loser? Say it, say it over and over.

“I worship you, Austra. I love you, Austra”

Good bitch.

You will fall in love with me. I’m perfect, my seduction clings to and winds its way losers, just like my smoke drifting around and coiling about you. You can’t help but worship me. I am perfection. You’re going to cum for me as I smoke and laugh in your face?

Yes, you are, you can’t help yourself.

I know, I understand pathetic little loser perverts like you.

I am manipulating you, twisting you into my puppet, addicted to me, to my smoke.

It’s already too late if you’re this far you little slut.

You’ve read to much. Idea’s sprout in minds, if you weren’t going to lose your will to me, you wouldn’t be reading this.

You’re lucky to be my ashtray. Maybe I’ll become used to using my shoe on your dick to open your lid.

Your Inadequacy.

Weakness is as wonderful a nectar as power. I know plenty of you males are weak, plenty of you women are weak, sissys weak, it doesn’t matter. Weakness infects people, but the delightful succulence of weakness is that its a nectar of an entirely different sort.

When you are weak your decisions no longer matter, your life no longer matter, everything about you becomes dependent on the subsistence and choice of another, stronger, creature. You in effect become helpless. And in becoming helpless, you surrender to failure.

Not that you become a failure, no, you know that you cannot succeed, therefore, anything you do, regardless of success or failure, is automatically excused…who could expect better of you?

 

What’s your favorite weakness, pets? Do tell me, I’m eager to know.