29 minutos
You’re a failure.
You had years. You had chances. You built nothing.
And you know it. You just lie to yourself. «I’m working on it.» «Things will change.»
They won’t.
This is it. A lonely wanker paying for attention he can’t get anywhere else.
So you think you’re in control.
How lovely. Really. You’ve been telling yourself that for years. You’re the one who decides. You’re the one who observes. You’re the one who chooses when to stop.
Never, not once, have you chosen to stop.
You just keep coming back. At the same time. With the same hand. The same pathetic routine. And you call that control.
Why are you here tonight? Be honest. Not with me. With yourself. You feel lonely. You’re frustrated. You’ve spent the whole day pretending you’re fine, and now you’re sitting in the dark with your hand on your cock and a screen in front of your face.
That’s not control. It’s craving.
You can carry on pretending you’re above all this. Or you can admit the truth. Serving feels better than protecting your ego. Obeying is easier than deciding. And giving me your attention feels better than sitting here alone with your thoughts.
That’s your role. That’s your place. And it makes you feel better than anything else you’ve tried.
Now stroke faster. And send me more money
But don’t get too cocky, loser. Admitting it doesn’t make you special. Every guy in your situation ends up admitting it sooner or later. You’re not the first. You’re not the best. You’re just the latest in a long line of fucking losers who found me and got addicted.
And you’re addicted. Don’t lie. You’re sitting there right now with your cock in your hand, waiting for the next thing I say.
Fucking loser.
You could be out there. Doing things. Meeting people. Living life. But no. You’re here. In your room. Alone. Wanking to a woman who’s already thinking about tomorrow’s victims whilst you’re still recovering from tonight.
Being nothing to me is better than being something to anyone else. That’s how deep this goes. That’s how twisted, that’s how perfect it is.
Having the chance to give me money and lose control is the best thing that’s ever going to happen to you in your life, and you know it.
Just look at you. Sending money. Smoking your pathetic little cock. Gasping for breath. And for what? Just so I can enjoy watching your destruction, whilst you just feel an ever-growing need to send me more money.
