I’ll replace your normal straight man routine with a bitch routine, implementing daily tasks, taking away your privacy, so your mind can start slowly accepting your true nature and purpose as a bitch which holes belong to me
I’ll replace your normal straight man routine with a bitch routine, implementing daily tasks, taking away your privacy, so your mind can start slowly accepting your true nature and purpose as a bitch which holes belong to me
Being my property is like this:
I will chose what you wear
I will chose what you eat
I will chose who you are allowed to talk to
I will chose if you cum or not
I will chose your bedtime
I will chose what kind of porn you watch
Being my property is like this:
I will chose what you wear
I will chose what you eat
I will chose who you are allowed to talk to
I will chose if you cum or not
I will chose your bedtime
I will chose what kind of porn you watch
The moment where a sub is edged for hours after days of denial, desperate, that’s his mind’s most vulnerable state and thats when the brainwashing begins.
That’s just a glimpse into my JOI conditioning method…
The moment where a sub is edged for hours after days of denial, desperate, that’s his mind’s most vulnerable state and thats when the brainwashing begins.
That’s just a glimpse into my JOI conditioning method…
When I blackmail a fággot, I ruin their entire fucking life, gathering a mountain of information about them. If they dare try to run, I blackmail them and systematically dismantle their world, leaving them with nothing but ashes.
When I blackmail a fággot, I ruin their entire fucking life, gathering a mountain of information about them. If they dare try to run, I blackmail them and systematically dismantle their world, leaving them with nothing but ashes.
What's wrong boy? Are you on overload? Is this more than you thought it might be? or is it not enough? Let's get you gagged so you don't embarrass yourself by screaming like a girl. Afterall, you're not a girl. That would actually be an improvement. You're a fàg. My fàg slave
What's wrong boy? Are you on overload? Is this more than you thought it might be? or is it not enough? Let's get you gagged so you don't embarrass yourself by screaming like a girl. Afterall, you're not a girl. That would actually be an improvement. You're a fàg. My fàg slave
I forced him to go on that date with his ass gaping from the plug | chose, not for his pleasure, but to shatter whatever scraps of dignity he clung to. He sat there, a pathetic marionette, each movement a reminder of his utter subservience, a hole I own and control.
His mind was a chaos of anxiety, unable to focus, to flirt, or even to muster a semblance of arousal, just a trembling, pathetic mess, exposed and humiliated in the harsh light of public scrutiny.
Because I don't merely ruin dates. I annihilate hope. I isolate them, degrade them, and strip them of the ability to feel anything but my control. No sex, no romance, no future, just a caged, useless cock, shattered nerves, and the eternal echo of my voice inside their broken minds. They don't date anymore. They report, like the obedient, degraded slaves they are. And if they weep, it's in the silent, desperate way I've conditioned them to. Their tears are my triumph, a testament to their complete and utter submission.
I forced him to go on that date with his ass gaping from the plug | chose, not for his pleasure, but to shatter whatever scraps of dignity he clung to. He sat there, a pathetic marionette, each movement a reminder of his utter subservience, a hole I own and control.
His mind was a chaos of anxiety, unable to focus, to flirt, or even to muster a semblance of arousal, just a trembling, pathetic mess, exposed and humiliated in the harsh light of public scrutiny.
Because I don't merely ruin dates. I annihilate hope. I isolate them, degrade them, and strip them of the ability to feel anything but my control. No sex, no romance, no future, just a caged, useless cock, shattered nerves, and the eternal echo of my voice inside their broken minds. They don't date anymore. They report, like the obedient, degraded slaves they are. And if they weep, it's in the silent, desperate way I've conditioned them to. Their tears are my triumph, a testament to their complete and utter submission.