You’re a phonesex joke

844-332-2639 ext. 205

You’re just sitting there in the corner, watching you’re fucking wife getting fucked like a whore, huh? What the fuck is the matter with you? Fucking loser. You have to be here, listening to me, reading what I say, while you’re using your hand, watching some other fuckhead man screwing what should be your property. What a fucking, truly pathetic, joke. But this is what turns you on, isn’t it? You stupid little fuckhead. No pussy for you, just spit and a palm, can’t even use lube, huh?

Stroke your joke of a pecker. Sit there, like a fucking loser, in a puddle of your own spunk juice, and listen tome, while I go on, and on, and on about what a fucking pathetic embarrassment you are to your gender. Fucking sissys and trannies are less of a joke, at least they want to be someone, not like you.

And you’re going to thank me for the privilege.

Because you’re pathetic.

Mindfuck Phonesex Reprogramming

844-332-2639 ext. 205

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.

Cocksucker Phonesex

844-332-2639 ext. 205

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

844-332-2639 ext. 205

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

844-332-2639 ext. 205

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.