make me worse

(flirtatiously) yeah, you can get me as high as you want.

I want to make you feel violent. I want you to want to ruin me. To feel the urge hurt me every time you look at me. I want to hear the need to destroy me in your voice. See the desire to break me in your eyes. I need the aggression to feel wanted.

Touch yourself to your trauma. I don't care how bad it is. Do it, and tell yourself you deserved it.

You've already brainwashed yourself with porn. You've turned yourself from an intelligent person into a mindless thing that rubs itself stupid to whatever its algorithm serves up. You're a slave to the internet, your brain smoothed over by people much smarter than you. Be a good puppet and keep rubbing for them

I want to be brainwashed to become a mindless cumslut but at such a slow pace rhat I don't even recognize it. I wanna go from an averagely smart person with a regular relationship with sex to a dumb whore who's horny 24/7. Start off spending a few minutes jerking off when I feel like it to needy all the time, edging at every possible opportunity. I want to be physically unable to cum if not given permission, doing whatever it takes to get a shred of attention. I want to be able to look back at the normal person I was ages ago and it feeling so far in the past that I'd never wanna go back.

small talk is nice but let's skip to u telling me how u would've m0lested me when I was younger

you’re so hot… do you want to piss inside me while you fuck me? Fuck I meant piss in me? sorry, please pee inside me? SORRY piss in my cunt .? fuck I mea

forcemasc but it's an older trans guy watching & instructing you on how to fuck the trembling boy tied up beneath you like a man should

humping your mattress like a dog in heat is truly therapeutic if you’re a faggot

I think I would be cured if someone kidnapped me && simultaneously abused me while taking such good care of me . Like , they’d beat the life of me && then gently bathe me , isolate me for days without food or water && then lovingly cuddle me . . .

Your trauma is just ammunition for me to use against you. So go ahead, put your trust in me. Because the more I know about your abusive past, the harder you’ll cry for me when I’m balls deep in your victim cunt, bringing back bad memories over and over again just to watch you weep. I’ll ask you who did it, how long ago it happened to you, how often you cum to the memory of it when you touch yourself behind closed doors. I’ll laugh and spit in your face when you start to stutter and whimper, when the questions become all too much and your brain begins to fracture, when the tears roll down your face and you realize you’re just as weak and pathetic now as you were then.