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.

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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.

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.

Worship Me, Then Phonesex

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Introductions are in order. You are beneath me. I am Austra. It’s a pleasure to meet me, I’m sure, and pleasure is what I deal in. I’m the girl your mommy warned you about. I’m the bitch you never had the guts to talk to. I’m the redheaded intelligent deviant that can fuck up everything for you.

I like to fuck. Every kind of fucking imaginable. Your body. My body. Your mind. Your life. Your soul. Your wallet. Your family. Your friends. Everything about you is something smooth, soft, and willing for me. You’ll find there’s no other ways about it, pet.

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A hard Cocks Work is never Cum phonesex.

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I’ve got a love affair with sex. Sex never does me wrong, and in turn, it always does me right, once I figure out exactly how I want it to cum. And that love affair has left me with so many desires sometimes. I’m always the queen you clearly can tell, but, a queen does not rule upon a single thrown with a single crown.

Whether its soft gentle teasing with a girl, pain from a worm or maybe allowing some lucky stud to fuck me like the slut he really wants there’s just so many sensual little desires to be explored in the world, and I’m only one goddess…

 

Luckily for all of you I am always trying to make other people see the world my way, and think the way I do. If you can’t fuck me, one day maybe you’ll fuck one of my pretty pets.