WorshipGraves

(Warning: I do not know how to do Shadowheart's accent properly so my voice over will not be to-character her voice. You can always play extend disbelief and pretend, or simply mute it if it takes you out of the experience too much.)

Ugh, my head! What? Who... Oh my god. Are you a person? What are you? I didn't even see you down there. How long have you been there?! Are you kidding me? How did you connect to my tadpole? You look way too small to even fit one inside your head... Ugh. I get it, you were spying on us. No, worse... Were you just perving out on me?? How long- Shar, help me. You know what, I'm not going to get the others involved. On one part, you're lucky. On the other part, you won't be around to bother me for much longer either... Let's see if you can prove useful.

You won't be able to fight it.

You're back here again, looking to get away to your serene get away that is my clip store. You're always going to run here, aren't you? Nothing else gives you the warm tingles like I do. Nobody makes you feel floaty the way I do. Nobody gets you the way I do, for your better or your worse.

When's the last time that you've sent to me lately? And I mean lately as in... Since you bought this video and turned it on. What's that? You haven't? Huh, what a mistake on your part. You'd better go and change that, or I'm not going to be very happy with you. So go on, tribute or get me something off my wishlist. Or both. Whatever. I'm just gonna ramble until you get to doing what you should be.

You can't get yourself to commit to much, can you? Or rather, you don't want to. You don't want to lose your sense of freedom... even if it's not bringing you much of any comfort. You're too afraid of getting chained down and feeling constrained by whatever you get yourself into. But you wish you could commit to some things, such as being the submissive you crave to be for me. You fantasize in your head about all the benefits you'd get from serving me, from making me the center of your being, and yet, you still know you won't bring yourself to doing any of the actions you need to follow through with in order to get there. Will you ever change your ways? Maybe I can train them out of you by teaching you a little routine you can commit to, build your way up into more and more for me.

Your mouth (among other things) started drooling when you saw these pants on me, yeah? I can already tell. Unable to take your eyes away, unable to help yourself from getting as much of them into your sight as possible. All the different things you'd like to do to show appreciation to them on me, kissing them, probably wishing that you were sat under me so I could sit on your face while wearing them too. Oh, I know. They're too hot to resist.

You hate that I'm never going to want to fuck someone as sad and pathetic as you are. You aren't even the fun kind of sad and pathetic either. And you'll never be able to change that. You can't change the very being that you were born as, it doesn't matter how much you try to, because you will always be underneath it. The next best thing you can do is to hate fuck your own hand about the miserable state of your sex life, while I remind you that it's never going to change.

You're stuck in a cycle you try so hard to get out of, but really... Are you trying that hard? You look at my store, unable to peel your eyes away from all the choices of videos for you to buy, you tell yourself, "just one more... that's all... just another", so you buy one. You put the video on, watch it, and the cycle repeats... You think you can get out of it, but deep down, you don't even want it to ever end, do you?

How long do you think you can keep avoiding whatever you're avoiding right now? You know what I'm talking about. The whole reason you're scrolling through my videos, the reason you felt a pull to buy this one just so you can feel seen by someone besides yourself, or everybody else in your life who's disappointed in you and has caught onto your running away habits. Are you busy getting lost in me instead of dealing with your issues you should be dealing with?

My hands are so pretty, aren't they? You can't help but notice them and how much I express myself by using them when I'm talking. Well I'm going to give you a moment to truly appreciate my beautiful hands, and how they should fully be worshipped and honored as apart of me.

You know there's nothing more that you wish to accomplish in your life, besides worshipping me. Any of your dreams or goals are all meaningless, because you know you're never going to be able to reach them. Not when the singular thing you seem to be drawn to is me, and wanting to serve and give yourself over to me. You can't help yourself, you want to become my drone and nothing else.

You want my spit in your mouth so bad it makes you look stupid

Your wife deserves so much better. And what a more fun way to make her realize that than me making her personally realize that? I could just talk to her, get her to leave you, sure... Or. Or I can show her what a good time actually should be, how she should be treated. And then, before she decides to leave you... I'll plant the seeds to make you our cuck into her head. Just enough to fuck you up, before you're all alone.

You're so overwhelmed with lust when it comes to how I look right now, aren't you? A mix of fantasies mingling in your head, you don't know which to go to first... You want my cock so bad, but you want my ass too. You want both at the same time... Your desires fucking your head up so badly, all from the sight and thought of me like this.

Your worth to me is only adds up to the amount of money to send me. What else did you think you'd ever have to offer me in my life? It sure isn't looks, it sure isn't good conversation. You only matter as much as you send. Do not forget that. Make yourself useful. You love it though, you love adding your worth up to the money you give me. You love having something to work toward. It fuels your drive.

There's no reason for you to try with your love or sex life anymore. Why put yourself or someone else through that trainwreck? You can make a life for yourself, all alone. Don't waste your time trying to find personal companionship. You can find catharsis in your own fantasies, in your hobbies, in spending on me.

I sit back on my phone and ignore you while showing off my feet in fishnets.

You want my cock so badly. You want to be shaking, trembling, and drooling all over it. You want me to bend you over and fuck you, or maybe lay you down and fuck you deep with your legs up, or use your mouth like a personal flesh light. Either way, you want My Cock. You want to be a cock slut. You ARE a Cock Slut. You'll never get it, but you can let the fantasy burn into your head.

Do you even care how annoying and useless you are to your girlfriend, wife, friends, family? It doesn't seem like you do. You get to keep being your lazy self, and they let you get away with it. Why try to change when you can get away with it, right? But one day you won't get away with it. One day you're going to be all alone.

You can't stop yourself. You keep getting pulled in by me. You love it. You love letting yourself be guided along by my grip on you. You love knowing you're never going to try getting away, you don't want to. You want to be dragged in forever and ever.