Sex is so overrated, isn't it? Why put in any effort to keep up a sex life when it can be as simple and easy and you, your hand, the hours of porn you watch every night and your brain leaking matter with every stroke of your equally leaky cock?

Really, you already have a fulfilling sex life! You have the control (barely), and you're free to be as indulgent and reckless with yourself as you want to. And I get to goad you on and encourage you to keep going harder and harder. It makes it so much hotter when you're unable to see reason and I can take advantage of your poor dumb gooner life. Is that scary to hear? Then you haven't gooned enough, loser. Keep going until that fear melts away and you can't tell reality from fiction anymore.

Did that purring voice lead you in? Were you really so shocked when the words it came with hit you deep?

I'm not the least bit surprised. You're an eager, hooked little slut on the dark and biting things I say to you. You've pumped your cock for hours to the truth I see in you, as pathetic as it is. I know so much about you and what makes you feel the weakest, and I command it all from you with this pretty voice of Mine.

The words keep you feeling like a loser, but the voice makes you want to hear the words. You love kneeling and pumping and listening to the toxic things I think about you, don't you? Letting My words fuck your mind harder and harder?

Do you know why I make you go overboard with indulging in your own pervy desires? Nothing makes Me happy quite like seeing a man rip himself apart and become even more of a malleable, easy-to-manipulate, horny-brained toy.

I expanded your kink palate. Made you crave the deep and dark. Made you become more acquainted with your hand and a bottle of lube than you ever have been before. Simply put: I broke you. And the best part? I'm not done doing it. Let's see how further down you can dig yourself as I laugh at your demise.

The life you live in the outside world is all a lie.

That domineering persona you try to carry every day is just a mask to hide the real you. The you that I know, the one that I lick My lips to see when you return home desperate to serve and submit.

Away from Me you have power. You have authority. You have a voice that's heard and status that matters. But that changes once you return to My side and take one look into My eyes. That status drops, as do you... right to your knees where you're happiest of all.

Submission is the relief you always wanted. Life becomes easier, doesn't it?

Aww, is the humiliation porn cutting too close to home, loser? Did you expect to come crawling to a Dominatrix hoping that She was going to coddle you, hold you, tell you it's going to be okay?

Well I LOVE to be the bearer of bad news: I don't care. In fact, NO ONE does! You're a glutton for punishment and deprecation and you expect Me to feel pity for the likes of you?

You love feeling weaker, feeling stupid, feeling useless. You made your humiliation kink take over your life to cope with your pathetic existence. If anything, pity would just take away from that! This is what you are, and no one gives a fuck about anything else about you.

I controlled your orgasms, and soon it wasn't enough. Then I controlled your cock completely... and guess what? Once again, it's not enough.

Look down at yourself locked in chastity. Do you think it's My goal just to keep you in that cage for a little while? I've got plans -- meaner, more twisted plans -- for being locked up.

You're My toy after all. What good is a toy that I can't break as much as I please?

Such a delusional, stupid little man you are.

All that vitriol. All that money spent. All that time invested. And look at you! Still lonely, sexless, without anyone to respect, let alone pay attention, to you. Are you honestly that dumb, thinking these losers can turn the tide for how miserable of a life you lead?

Allow Me to tell you what I really think about your consumption of such... trash. Maybe you'll have a little coming to reality moment and learn something. God knows you need to.

As if your gothic Goddess couldn't become anymore irresistible to you, I found a way to challenge that and make you spin out harder.

I'm taking "sinking My teeth into you" to the literal sense. Whether or not you enjoy pain, you crave what it means to feel the sting of My bite and possibly feel your soul sucked out through your throbbing neck.

Your body is quite the unmarked canvas after all. I need to change that.

You're spent sooo much, and you can't take it anymore. But as much as you try to quit findom, nothing seems to work. Fortunately I think I have the perfect suggestion.

It may seem unorthodox, but hear Me out: draining yourself one last time, going harder than you ever have. Making it hurt. Making yourself suffer so good from it. Stroking to the most intense losses your wallet has ever taken until you're left in such a state of panic, you have no choice but to run away forever.

Progress is hard, pet. Sometimes it comes with a little pain. But I want you to be what's best for you to be. And if it means being free, it's worth giving My method a try. Don't you think?

Make sure your balance is loaded far more than ever and your credit cards are at the ready. Get ready for recovery through ruin.

Another relationship down the drain, and you have no one but yourself to blame. Throwing yourself to the Dommes you worship to have their way with you has always eclipsed that relationship of yours, so you can't be surprised she broke up with you.

You deserved it. No woman, even your partner, deserves to be saddled with an impotent, hooked little bitch like you. If anything I saved her from you and am going to salvage what remains of your broken heart into fully focusing on what really matters: Me.

Are you ready to give up on romance for the only real love you've ever known, sitting at My feet?

Are you a casual humiliation fan? Or a soul-deep, desperate beta bitch?

Why not test that with a little quiz to see where you land on the spectrum of desperation?

I've got a list of 25 questions for you to answer while you pump that weak goon stick of yours to see how hopeless you really are. Answer each one truthfully and jerk through to the end to see how you measure up!

I can't wait to publish the follow-up clip on all this data I'll be collecting. You're My next little science experiment -- how hot.

A lot has changed this past year, one of those things being your Mistress building muscle in the gym. Stronger, sexier, more disciplined...

Things you could never be.

But I know you'd still be staring at Me from the rack you're hopelessly trying to navigate. I know your eyes will drift to My ankles at My socks and My ass packed in tight by My leggings, drooling over how My sweat after a workout would taste.

One of us became bigger with muscle. The other, a bigger degenerate loser because of said muscle. I wonder who's who!