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.

What I love about Phone Sex Fucking

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Back again so soon luv? My my, you may just be an agreeable bitch. Since you’re wanting to gaze at me and know more, I’ll happily tell you all about me. But of course you want a taste. That’s good. Taste is important. How about a taste of the things I like.

I like to fuck. I love a good dick. I love to lick it and torment it, letting it get near to explosion but not pushing. I like to tie it up in shoelace knots. I love to bite foreskin. I love to fuck outside. I love to ride a man in the mud of his front yard and telling him he better do it fast and right, or someone will say. I love to fuck in married mens beds. I love to fuck their wives.

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Panty Fetish Phonesex Appreciation for Bitches

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Maintaining my hall of praise here in my personal crown of sin, I must move along to a new delight, one of my precious. I have mentioned my princess and how I dote upon her, I have spoke with you quite clearly of my worm, whom one day I will grind to mulch, but shall I speak now of my bitch? Come on faggot, make those cheeks burn and take a bow.

Oh you delicious creature, so smothered in your own sinful yearnings it renders you near powerless, crippled with your needs, how doth I love destroying you again and again. Shoving your face into the desires you want so much but know they can hurt you, making you split so evenly, between the upstanding boy you are, and the limp wristed panty sniffing faggot you truly yearn to be.

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Words of truth Directed with Scorn to my least favorite Phonesex Worm

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An ode to a worthless worm. If you are not this worthless worm, laugh at him as I discuss him.

First, let us establish a pecking order. There is Austra. Beneath Austra, there are the candy girls. Beneath them is my ****. Beneath the candy girls, then my ****, are the toys we play with. Beneath the toys we play with are the backs we walk across. Beneath the backs we walk across are the bitches of the earth, beneath the bitches pathetic puddles is the dirt. Beneath the dirt are the worms. Beneath the worms are the worms ****. Beneath the worms ****, why there you are, not even good enough to suck on an earth worms cock.

I am not playing around. This isn’t playful teasing. You are pathetic. Your sickness is amusing to me, your pain is deserved, your humiliation is complete. He lives in Arizona, if you ever happen to see him crossing the street don’t stop until after you’ve run over, then back up on him. Then make him thank you when you’re done.

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A touching Dedication to my Best Phone Sex Girl

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There’s someone I love to play with that will likely always be better then you. She knows who she is, such a sweet little thing with a head just as twisted as mine who loves the ravishment I bestow upon her and never ceases to excite me in ways you’ll never understand. But since this is my personal space for worship, I shall let you, my loyal pets, gaze upon a moment a Goddess’s thoughts on one of her most prized playmates.

Feminization is fucking hot. There’s no two ways about it. And princess, you are the single best little girl I can ever craft. I love every tale and experience I get to have with you, watching your masculine pride shrivel up and fall away showing the sweet bubbly blonde headed bimbo beneath. I love to see you curl into the strong arms of masculine lovers, I love how traditional and shameless you are all at once. As for our adventures? Mmmm.

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