You may be capable, valuable, and "normal" in your day-to-day life, but something has always felt off, inauthentic.

You need space to live your truth, and that space is with Me. With Me, you can let all that pressure to be "normal" fall away. With Me, you are a LOSER!

It feels so good to wrap your hand around your cock and pump away your brain cells. Pump yourself silly to the delicious reality that you're NOT normal! You are a weak, pathetic LOSER!

The viewer is assumed to be a man with a penis.

You wish you were normal so badly, don't you? But try as you might, you'll never escape reality: you are a pathetic cock-sucking bitch who can't help but pump and jerk all his money away to cruel, beautiful Women like Me!

But don't worry; your secret is safe with Me. I'd never tell! Why would I want to reveal your depravities? Certainly, it would do no good to provide Me with incriminating evidence and the contact information of your wife, workplace, or anyone else you want to hide from. Surely I wouldn't use such information for My own personal gain, extracting copious amounts of hush money from your desperate, begging wallet. No, no, no!

Just look at My pretty, sweet, innocent smile. Sink into My lush curves, allow yourself to be lulled by My swaying stilettos. You are SAFE here. I promise!

The viewer is assumed to be a man with a penis with a wife.

You don't deserve a single speck of My divine attention. Instead, you'll be grateful for the opportunity to gaze at the soles of My sneakers while I'm on the computer. If you're lucky, I may grace you with the privilege of getting flipped off!

The viewer is not addressed or acknowledged. Gender neutral.

Poor little virgin loser with a useless, unfuckable cock. It's time to accept that you'll never, ever get to stick your cock into a warm, wet pussy. No Woman would ever want that.

But I have good news! You have a different sexually useful implement at your disposal: your credit card! Financial sex is absolutely achievable for the likes of you.

My bank account is wet and ready for you to slide some thick, meaty sends into. Pull up My payment methods and succumb to My commands, My delicious curves beckoning you deeper.

Mmm, wallet sex feels even better than the real thing...promise!

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You're not just a regular gooner. You're not satisfied with your goon session until you're a drooling, brain-dumb mess, cock completely RAW from pump, pump, pumping!

Keep going for Me. Get stupid for My jiggly tits and plump ass in this little fringe microkini, let My moans infiltrate your broken gooner brain, My spit washing your mind clean. You don't need thoughts anymore, gooner! You just need to keep that hand going up and down, up and down that goonstick until it hurts like the pathetic bitch you are!

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When's the last time you felt the touch of a Woman, experienced the feeling of a warm, wet, tight pussy squeezed around your cock? You can't even remember, can you? It must ache to be so lonely.

Lucky for you, I'm here to keep you and your cock company: Me, a gorgeous, sensual, cruel Woman, guiding you to stroke for Me. My curves drive you wild, My moans send you spinning, My soles and toes beckoning you to sink for Me.

It's okay if you're unfuckable and alone. You have Me, hand sex, and aching orgasm denial to keep you company!

The viewer is assumed to be a man with a penis.

Every day, you're faced with the pathetic reality of your existence. Unfuckable loser? Check. Broken dick? Check. Stamina so poor you women would laugh you out of the house if you ever did manage to bed one? Check.

But you always want to get WORSE, don't you? You want to become so oversensitive and degenerate that you don't even need to see tits, ass, or pussy to work yourself into a quick-cumming tizzy! No, all you need is FABRIC.

Tight spandex encasing My curves, ensuring that you can't see any of the delectable skin beneath. You don't need it. You don't DESERVE it.

Don't pump until I say; tantalize yourself for My spandex jumpsuit. Get hard, achey, and leaky. And then, when I finally give you permission, you'll be squirting in no time, like the premie prejac loser that you are ?

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So much squawking about the male loneliness epidemic; so dramatic! I, for one, and tired of hearing about it. In fact, in My hairy armpitted, pink-haired misandrist opinion, men should actually be made even loneliner.

If men are determined to whine rather than take any proper action, I think they should shut up and get worse. If they insist on being unlikeable slugs, nurture a findom and femdom porn addiction instead. Pay cruel, pretty girls to degrade them, because it's the only female attention they could ever hope to find. They're already so fucked in the head, so self-loathing, that such verbal torment only makes their cocks hard!

That's right, males: this is your future. Get lonelier, sink deeper. It's all you deserve.

The viewer is assumed to be a man with a penis.

You know you're a pussy-free loser at heart, but you can't seem to shake your desire for pussy: the thought of beautiful warm, wet folds enveloping your unfucked cock positively takes over your mind.

But I have a solution! You just need to redirect that desire for something more in your reach. Instead of pussy, I'll retrain you to lust after My fluffy, pheromone-soaked hairy armpits!

The rules for your reprogramming are simple: when My pits are on the screen, you pump. When My juicy pussy is teasing you, hands off. At the end, I will generously count you down to a delicious orgasm for My fuzzy pits, forming a pleasurable association with your new pussy!

The viewer is assumed to have a penis. Gender neutral.

I know, bitch. Here you sit, cock softening, dopamine dropping, barely beginning to process the financial damage after your latest findom fuckfest. That post-drain clarity is beginning to hit and the spiral of regret is starting to spin, the hefty vows to never do this again echoing in your mushy mind...

Let's take a moment to be honest with yourself. Why is it that, no matter how many times you run this track, you always find yourself crawling back?

Why, it's because no matter the agony in the aftermath, it's ALWAYS worth it.

Take a look at yourself, and then look at Me. A cruel, beautiful Woman so skilled at making your cock feel so, so good as I take everything I want, inspiring ecstasy and exhilaration unlike anything else. I will spend your money far better than you ever would; I want it far more than the likes of you and your otherwise unfucked cock could ever need it. Enhancing My wealth and happiness is much greater purpose than leaving those funds rotting in your loser bank account.

Every last ounce of suffering—mental, emotional, and financial—is always worth it. After all, I am Me, and you are, well, you.

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Face it...you're bald. And being bald makes you a LOSER. If doesn't matter if you have a strong jawline or nice eyes or a sparkling personality, if your head is smooth and shiny? No woman will ever want you. HA!

Doesn't it feel good to accept it? To be MADE to accept it by a mean, pretty girl who loves telling you exactly like it is?

Lean into it, bald bitch. You're BALD!!!!

The viewer is assumed to be a (bald) man with a penis.

You've tried so hard to quit your porn habits because your wife doesn't like them. You know that jerking off to women who aren't her is bad, bad husband behaviour, and you want to be a good husband, don't you?

I have good news: so long as you don't cum, you can pump to porn all you want! Your wife just doesn't do it for you, but luckily, floating in goonspace for beautiful, unattainable internet Women is 100% kosher. Save your cum for her, but pump it raw for Me!

Mmm, denial for My dangerous curves feels so good, doesn't it?

The viewer is assumed to be a man with a penis.