I'm streaming live for all my fans, but the only problem is, the view count is dwindeling. I try farting some more, but it seems as though the fans aren't interested anymore. Eventually, there's only one viewer, you. I ask you whar gives, and you're bluntly honest. I decide that it's time I make my big comeback and prove that I am still the same Boo Bear I once was. These farts are impossibly long, incredibly loud. Maybe even better than before!

I'm your mean roomate and I found your gay porn history on your computer. How embarassing! Don't you have a girlfriend? What would your family and friends think? I laugh and humiliate you at first, but come up with a solution to keep my mouth shut. I convince you that I've always had a little crush on you, and was a little bummed out to see you're clearly into men. I tell you to take your cock out, and pump it while I go into detail of gay fantasies you probably have. I end it with a count down. We're good now, right? Nope. Looks like I'm living up to my reputation as a mean girl, and had other plans in mind. ;)

You've come to see me for your porn addiction. I assure you that this is a very common problem, and you're not alone. It isn't until you tell me about the kind of porn addiction you have that I realize what I'm actually dealing with. I go off script for this one, and walk you through your gayest thoughts and fantasies until you come to terms with who you really are, a cock addicted gay man.

Femdom runied your life, sex life, and marriage. I degrade you, and remind you of everything you deserve because you're nothing but a big fat pathetic loser who can't do anything right. Femdom humiliation has ruined your brain, changed you for the worst, and the longer it goes on, the worse it will get. But you fucking love that, don't you?

I thought I had convinced you to ease your mind from the previous red flags. You told me you'd be working late. I told you that was a good, it could give me some time to myself. I go into the bedroom, and call my ex boyfriend/boss. You walk into the hallway. The bedroom door is slightly opened. You can hear me on the phone, discussing sexual things with him, and plans for him to come over and fuck me in our bed. You push the door a little more open, I'm barely clothed, and talking about what I was wearing, and what I'm about to send to him before he comes over. That's when I look over and see you standing there. You fully enter the room while I start lamely explaining that I was on the phone with a female coworker, that I was just joking, that you've always been hard of hearing. When you refuse to back down I have no choice but to come clean. I admit to the cheating and get into horrible specific details of why I did it, what we did, and in the end give you a humiliating ultimatum.

I come back from haning out with my ex boyfriend/boss. My hair is a mess, my makeup isnt on point like usual, and whats more worrisome is that I clearly have a hickey on my neck, and I came home without panties. I roll my eyes and dismiss your concerns. Are you ever going to be happy? I came home early to put your mind at ease and you still find something to bitch about. The hickey on my neck? It's a bug bite. The missing panties? I got hot and took them off. All women do that, you wouldnt know beacuse you don't have that problem. You're being paranoid, you're acting crazy. You know I wouldnt do anything like that to you. I suggest you start getting out of the house and stop hyperfocusing on me. We could both use some time apart. Besides, if you go out, then I can stay home where you know I can't go out and cheat on you. It's a win-win.

You run into me in the kitchen looking more dressed up than usual. I tell you that I got a wax, my nails and hair done, and a new dress. I just want to go out tonight with my friend and enjoy the nice weather. You ask me which friend. I'm hesitant before telling you that I have plans to go out with my friend Gabe.
You've met Gabe a few times. He's attractive, rich, and fit. He's my ex boyfriend from college who I stayed in contact with all these years. He recently employed me with his company to help out with our finances, You've always felt like there was more going on between us than just being friends.
You confront me about how you feel. I tell you it's not like that. What me and Gabe had back in the day isnt the kind of love we have for each other. With Gabe, it was just sex. Nothing more. I tell you how paranoid you sound, how tiring it is to sit on the couch with you every night after work. How Gabe is actually helping our realtionship, not ruining it. You have no choice but to let me go out. I promise, we're just friends ;)

You're great and all, but I don't want to be with you anymore. But, I've invested a lot of time and effort into you and made you a better man. You think I'm going to just let you walk away and be a better boyfriend to some other girl? No shot! Instead, I've shrunken you, and am going to swallow you whole, and digest you! No, I'm not kidding. This is eactly what I'm talking about, you've never taken me seriously. This video includes extreme close up inside mouth.

A straight man wouldn't even click thie clip let alone buy it. You know what you are, deep down. You know what you really fantasize about, what you obbsess over, the things that really get you going. You don't want tits, you don't even like pussy. I know this. You know this. I fill your empty brain with guidence, acceptance of just how gay you really are. No more denial, no more excuses. It's time for you to acknowledge the REAL you.

I love seeing losers like you locked up in chastity. I want you weak, and desperate. I love denying you pleasure. You sacrafice for me. No edging, no stroking, no touching, just complete loss of control over your own pathetic cock. I tease you with my body, and my words. I remind you over and over why you deserve to be in chastity. Losers like you worship beautiful Goddess' like me beacause I am something you want but can never have.

I think that you can be more gay than you are already. I mean, you did click on this video. That’s pretty gay, there’s no denying that. A straight man wouldn’t dare. A straight man wouldn’t even think about buying this clip. But here you are... You want to be your gayest self. You’re not gay enough, yet. You could be even more gay. Every time I snap my fingers, you fall deeper and deeper into your true self. Deeper into sub space you go. With just the snap of my fingers, you become gayer and gayer.

I smoke my cigarette while I tell you what a gay cocksucker you are. I've seen you suck so much cock. You can deny being a homo all you want, but you always seem to find yourself on your knees with a stranger's cock in your mouth. Tonight is going to be one of those nights but better. I'm going to have you, my ex, suck off my new boyfriend and all his buddies. They're coming over tonight, in fact. I talk about exactly how the night is going to go, how they'll use you and face fuck you. How they'll end the night standing above you, with each and every one stroking their cocks until they cum all over your face. It will be the ultimate humiliation that you deserve.