Cocksucker Phonesex

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You love being on your knees. You love kneeling before Goddess. You’re drooling, desperate to be able to lick these knee high black boots, they’re so shiny and sexy. But I also have something else you might like, bitch. Indeed, yes my huge strap-on. You’re drooling, you wish your mouth was on it. You wanna be on your knees sucking my fat black cock. I know it turns you on. Faggot

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Mindfuck Reprogramming

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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 feminine, 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.

Pathetic Phonesex Excuse

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Lets just get this straight. You’re a fucking loser who pays girls to make fun of you, something you could presumably get for free considering you’re that laughably pathetic. I mean I’d say it grosses me out to think of you jerking off to me but to be honest? I love sickness, I love pervs, I love pathetic weirdo’s. You freaks are what make me excited, you’re so fucking sad and despicable I can’t help but feel fond of you, like you’re some kind of joke without a punchline but I just can’t stop hearing it.

I mean this is the only positive attention you’re going to get and its to make fun of you. There’s no other way anyone else would ever pay attention to you, its fucking hilarious if you think about it, god just the thought of your pathetic ass trying to save up to ‘splurge’ on some girl spitting on you is just so fucking hot. I love how broken you bitches can be.

So just admit it to yourself here. You’re a loser, you know it, and you need me. When you stop trying to pretend this is just a fetish I can do so much worse to you, and you want it to be worse, don’t try to pretend you don’t.

Phonesex Smoking Fetish Slave For Me

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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.

Its a pillow, its a pet, Its your girlfriend now Phone Sex, Humiliating losers one at a time

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You are so pathetically lonely aren’t you, pet. No girlfriend for you. Just some sad, pathetic loser. You know I’m a genius though, so I have a solution for you. It’s a pillow, its a pet, its your new girlfriend. I am aware it’s just a pillow but if you use your imagination, you could have a soft, cuddly girlfriend, plush, loving girlfriend.

Now in order to improve this adorable little experience for you, we’re gonna need some panties and a bra, hmm? So Stick that bra on your girlfriend, loser. Go on, touch her pretty bra, feel how soft she is. This is the closest thing you’re ever going to get to having a girlfriend, stupid. An inanimate object, A fucking Pillow. Hahaha.

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