Beurk, la Prétresse Poison est un être si parfait qu'elle ne devrait pas avoir à poser les yeux sur ton visage répugnant et misérable une seconde de plus. C'est pour cela que tu es là, par terre, fixant le plafond blanc vide chaque fois qu'elle retire ses chaussettes noires puantes de ta figure assez longtemps pour que tu puisses presque te réorienter et reprendre tes esprits avant qu'elle soit simplement trop dégoûtée par ta tronche affreuse et doive la recouvrir avec ses sales chaussettes noires. Encore. Et encore. Et encore.

Priestess Poison a une proposition modeste... et c'est que chaque minuscule, misérable soumis reçoive le plaisir ultime de voir une prêtresse et géante comme elles-mêmes, capables d'offrir à l'âme du susdit soumis une exorcisme avec rien d'autre que leur corps nu souple et ferme, et les semelles de leurs chaussettes noires sales. Leurs chaussettes sont tellement usées qu'elles ont des trous ? Parfois, elles rappellent celles des soumis que cette prêtresse et géante croise lors de ses promenades : complètement filées ?

Priestess Poison has been receiving a *lot* of inquiries lately when it comes to how they run their Dungeons and Dragons sessions. Not to worry, they very simply explain how easy it is to run a sexy, steamy, session when you play a vicious mockery bard ;) After explaining the basics of the cantrip, they drop two d4 dice into a Pleaser stripper high heeled shoe that they use as a rolling tower. You can't believe your eyes... are they really using a platform stiletto heel to roll their dice? But your eyes don't betray you. They really are. The rest of the demonstration was simply a barrage of insults directed towards former D&D subs you assume. How tantalizingly horrifying to know that Priestess Poison is known for dispatching enemies with only their words that cause great psychological and physical damage *and* that those insults could be dedicated to you and all you have to do is pay the damage each humiliating insult deals. You better hope that combat isn't filled with critical hits to your wallet, findom games are fun but you want to make sure you can eat more than ramen before you next payday... oh well. It doesn't really matter. You'd give everything to tithe to your Priestess.

Whenever anyone has any concerns about a medical procedure they have, past, present, or future, the doctor is sure to call in Priestess Poison to prepare the patient and assuage them of any concerns or fears they may have; that goes doubly so if the surgery is a circumcision. Priestess Poison is especially knowledgeable when it comes to circumcisions and are able to really empathize with their male patients who have been strapped down to a table for an unknown period of time in temporary velcro bondage. In fact, one of the first things they do when demonstrating what the circumcision was like is slowly ripping open the velcro on the arm and leg bonds so that it makes that ASMR tingling ripping sound. When you pipe up and say how humiliated you feel being circumcised, Poison listens to you and says they understand - they would feel humiliated too. I mean.. it'd be pretty hard *not* to be humiliated having a part of your manhood stolen from you forever. They talk about all the emotions they've heard patients report back to them after having a circumcision: humiliation, shame, guilt, depression, anxiety, feelings of worthlessness. Honestly, the symptoms reported back to Poison are starting read like the warnings on a prescription bottle and you wonder who made the choice to circumcise you at all. I mean, you technically don't really *need* to be circumcised at all and yet here you are at a secondary appointment. You booked this session to understand what happened to you before, during, and after your circumcision and after hearing the raw and brutal truth you're completely unsure of the decision someone made for you. The reasons Priestess Poison list they've heard people have for having a circumcision performed seems absolutely absurd. You mind starts to race and you wonder how this could possibly be legal. You're horrified at the reality of what you experienced but don't remember. You feel despair, shock, horror, anger at whoever made the decision for you. You know for a fact it wasn't your step-parents, that's for damn sure. You don't know what to do other than recoil with the shock and horror of this new information. It's like going to an entire college course in the span of a brief doctors visit and you don't know how to process all of this information at once. You're almost traumatized hearing the information... and then it hits you. This would be the second time you were traumatized by your circumcision. How humiliating.

What's worse than the literal cuck chair? I don't know, probably the one you can conjure up in your head. You know your hot, goth girlfriend is going out tonight and you know they're going to cheat and/or cuck you. That was apparent the second they sat you down and had you watch them shave their entire pussy with their makeup and hair perfectly done. You don't know if they'll be fucking another guy or another girl... or several people once. You just know you won't be allowed in on the action. They aren't talking to you while they are shaving themselves but you catch their lips, painted with black lipstick, smirking every so often. It's like they can read your mind. Your heart is pounding, with all sorts of scenarios running through your head - are they going to come home with a load of stranger's cum for you to eat out of their pussy while they tell you about how hard they were fucked knowing that your reward afterwards would be humping their leg like a pathetic dog until you cum at best? You start to blush as you imagine them fucking another woman instead and fight as you might, it's obvious from your erection you're thoroughly turned on by the concept. But as your mind wanders.. you know girldick is never off the menu and that even if your perfect Priestess fucks a woman, her dick could still be bigger and more satisfying than yours. And she would come with soft breasts and supple skin - truly the whole package. For all you know, Priestess Poison could come home with a load of cum in their pussy and lipstick marks all over their skin and have only fucked one person. You'll never know. You hope to god they'll tell you every sordid detail of what happened as soon as they get home - you don't even need to eat the cum out of their pussy to cum from their tales of debauchery; you have hands, a pillow, and if you're so very lucky you know your Priestess may let you dry hump them for your own sexual release, as much of a loser that that might make you. You make a mental note to clean every nook and cranny of your house and as well as perform as many domestic servitude chores and errands while they're out so that you might be blessed with this, the ultimate reward for a cucked loser. You'll do anything to not be denied. You'll work so hard for it....

The hospital has found it better in the long-run if they have someone like me come into your room to inform you of what's going on before anything surgical actually takes place. Now, your wife loves you. Like she really, really loves you because fixing your hideous, disgusting uncircumcised cock isn't covered by insurance and a circumcision out of pocket isn't cheap. Now not to worry, we have a 100% success rate but you will feel... neutered so to say afterwards. That doesn't really matter when it comes to aesthetics however and what your wife wants is a nice looking cock. She doesn't care about how it will affect your sensation; well I guess it's better to say the lack of sensation you'll be dealing with for a lifetime once your circumcision is complete. Yes we have all the studies on how this will affect you but, we don't care. Women deserve to always get what they want and this is what your wife wants. For you to be a modern day eunuch ???? I mean it's fair that you'd feel humiliated, I can't imagine how anyone wouldn't feel humiliated learning how inadequate their penis is that it needs surgical correction. It's also fair that you'd feel nervous but you don't have to worry; we'll have you strapped down in complete surgical bondage. Just like your wife cares about you enough to book this circumcision, we care enough to make sure you won't be hurt during the circumcision. Think of it like her "wifely duties" ????

Ugh, you again. Your face is so disgusting someone like me shouldn't have to look at it. Thank god it's easy for someone like me to cover it up with a single one of my stinky, dirty, filthy black socks. I mean really, you and I both know that all you want to smell are my sweaty socks more than clean air. I'm doing you a favor in nothing but a black band t-shirt, ripped skinny jeans, and the nastiest pair of black socks you've ever seen of your life - color coordinated with my black lipstick. Every time you come up for air all you hear is me degrading and humiliating you, over and over again. You pray to god that I won't notice your boner and start to take out my frustration there and start trampling your cock and balls too...

It's always so rough to be circumcised later in life... but, it's better late than never! It's incredibly normal for you to have some concerns about such a life-changing procedure! I know that you're concerned about how sturdy the straps are so I made sure to grab a device from the OR for a demonstration. Most people do thrash around so I make sure to really show you how much the straps won't let go. I loop one of the straps around my petite wrist and demonstrate for you a multitude of ways that not only am I unable to free myself by pulling against the straps, I can't even *escape* from the straps by sliding my appendage out. You'll truly be entirely bound, strapped down, and in bondage for the entire procedure. It's a little funny how I show you that I can't free my own appendage that I put there of my own volition when you'll be losing an appendage as part of this procedure. It's probably unprofessional but I had to laugh a little. It can be perceived as cruel I'm sure but I think my laughter is sweet. Besides, I'm sure you enjoy a bit of levity while staring at my bright red painted lips. Or, maybe, I'm just increasing your dread with my sadistic laughter. I mean.. who laughs like that? I guess I shouldn't blame you if you all you get from this visit to the clinic is a pit in your stomach. But you and I both know it's not your stomach you need to worry about. You need to worry about your disgusting uncircumcised cock. Don't worry, we'll take your fucked up looking mistake of dick and pretty it right up. We might not be able to operate on your personality which is far more disgusting than your willy every could be - but we can operate on your ding dong.