WorshipGraves

You've made it to the show! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the performance by the star of the show who got transported into this strange silent movie universe where it's now Mime Time.

(Music by Kevin MacLeod)

You've made it to the show! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the performance by the star of the show who got transported into this strange silent movie universe where it's now Mime Time.

(Music by Kevin MacLeod)

You've made it to the show! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the performance by the star of the show who got transported into this strange silent movie universe where it's now Mime Time.

(Music by Kevin MacLeod)

You're so stupid, why are you even here bugging me? Shouldn't you go get prepared for the game? Oh, it's fun to bug me, whatever. I can't wait for the day I get a real excuse to shut you up and knocked your teeth out. When that day will come is questionable considering you are just a dumb ray of sunshine. Not to me, god no. You're like a stupid happy puppy that loves getting on my nerves for some reason. You know what, fine. I am going to get you to shut the fuck up. [AKA this is a hidden Enemies to Lovers / Grumpy & Sunshine bickering trope RP with porn involved]

Aww look at you, loser. You know what's different between you and me? I get to sit here looking hot and sexy, and you sit there and pay to worship my cute ass in this cheer uniform. Simple math.

It's so funny how you think you can try and fake the attitude I want in a man. The facts can't be changed: you will never be my type. I'm far too hot for you, and looks aside, you're a wimp. I can't handle the whiny ass bitch thing you are naturally programmed with deep in your DNA. You will never be what I want.

Aww I'm glad this video got to you safety, nerd. I see the way you look at me around the campus and how you even go out of your way to come and see the sports games. Let's face it, I don't think you care much about the games. I think, no, I know you come just to see me. It's kind of cute in a way, but I know there's something lustful in the way you look at me too, so, I want to play around with you and get you to jerk off for me.

You should be giving a portion of your paycheck to Your God, you know that, right? You should be setting aside a set amount percentage every time you get paid and you should be sending it directly to Your God. Bills come second. Your God comes first. It’s the least you can do to show your true love and devotion. Money talks, it shows true support; it’s action, not just words. Give to Your God, Me.

You must come and confess your sins to me. I don’t mean just any sins, I mean your Addiction. Your addiction to porn. You can’t get enough of it, can you? You just can’t stay away. You love it too much. You love buying porn and watching it. It makes you feel good. Come, Repent to me. Your sin is safe between me. And Him. There's no shame here, no shame in feeling good. Let us Repent and thank Him for your free will to enjoy your addiction.

Squish squish. Come kneel at an actual worthy altar and worship.

I'm glad you agreed to meet up with me in private Sir Priest... no, I'm not feeling bad. I've actually been feeling better than ever the last 24 hours or so. It's strange, but more than anything, I want to confess something... I've been having lustful thoughts about you and I think we should do something about it. Come on, nobody has to know! It's just us here alone.

Heheh... There we go, I knew you'd want to do this again. You're so easy to get through to. Different Nun, same tricks I use and they work on you every single time, Sir Priest.

(Note that to video and audio/dirty talk is laggy at some points as apart of the demon "getting into the priest/preacher's mind effect" of the role play.)

Ohh good you're awake! Don't panic or squirm too much, you'll just hurt yourself with the way I have those ropes tied around you to keep you in place. I brought you here for one simple reason: TO HAVE FUN! We're going to have so much fun together with you being my toy to mess around with. I'm going to use a special "feel good gas" on you and you'll start to feel a little fuzzy, but it's going to make your experience all that much better while you're here!

This isn't the first time I've seen one of you... Ant People wonder into the circus. In fact, I think some of you most have a thing for getting yourselves into these kinds of situations in the first place. No matter, I'm going to toy with you a little bit before giving you your end... you look way too excited about that, but whatever.

Oh look, you've finally got free time to spend doing your favorite thing: watching videos of mine. It's something you wish you could do all day, every day, 24/7. Everything else is just a means to an end in order to give more to me. Today you're going to learn that your simping isn't anything special until you put your money where your flattering words are

Your fixation on my ass gets a new fix with these new shorts I got.

You might still be in denial, and I think it's time to work through that denial. Spending money makes you happy, spending money on me gives you euphoria. It's so taboo to you, not wanting to admit that you get so much pleasure from pumping out the rest of your paycheck over to me, but it's the reality. You love seeing your spare money in your bank account drain from purchases and tributes and gifts toward me. You love seeing that number drop to zero for me. It makes you feel good.

You know the funniest thing about you muscle dude types? It’s how dumb as fuck you are. You show off that physical build of yours and make it your whole personality, all while you lack any real substance. You let your other friends dictate what you do in life and your opinions and your social circle, everything. It’s pathetic and zero brain celled as fuck.

Why do you keep pretending to be something you’re not? You know you’re not an Alpha in reality, not at all. You have none of that. Most of all when it comes to me. Not a hint of Alpha Energy in you, energy you never had in the first place. You’re nothing but a little Beta, looking up to me as your Alpha. You know that’s what roles we both belong in. I could never entertain the idea of falling to someone as submissive as you, and you could never ever put a leash on someone as assertive as me.

Good Pets have to prove themselves in order to earn that title, and I know how badly you want to be called good. Luckily this won't be a hard task, seeing how much giving your money over to me already turns you on. You'll just need some fine tuning, a reminder of how good it makes you feel to give up control.

You know what disgusts me almost more than anything? Your dick. I don’t see the point in it. It’s ugly. It’s gross. It can’t pleasure anybody. What’s the point in you having it? It’d be better off in some waste field, away from anybody else in society.