Is there really a difference?

Trained like a circus freak. Humiliated, cum-less, and addicted. Your “real life” is a joke. So much so that you can’t wait to come home and spend it with me. I’m better than anything you’ve ever had or will ever obtain in your life. And you can’t stop coming back horny and stupid, jerking yourself stupider to my humiliation. Stroking while I berate you. Stroking while I humiliate and degrade you. Who’s a pathetic bitch? You are, loser! Grip that loser dicklet and slowly fuck your loser hand for me.

Loser: such a triggering word.

What makes you a loser? Real sex isn’t even an option and if it were you’d actually prefer your hand to a pussy. You’ve desensitized your pathetic penis with your wanking. Go on an admit it out loud loser, that you’d rather be jerking off to clips than be having sex. You can’t handle sex. The anxiety of real sex causes erectile dysfunction and jerking off is much safer and therefor more pleasurable… making you a pathetic loser. Every pump of your penis is a reminder that sex just isn’t for you. Humiliation is the best and only arousal. Sex is just too good and too out of reach for you, loser. Fuck yourself to my L symbol. Fuck yourself to my emasculating tease. Fuck yourself loser, cuz it’s the best sex you’ll never have.

Just for you, my little loser. Just for you, the biggest loser of them all. Paying to hear the humiliating truth. Paying to stroke your pathetic cock to me. And there is no other way to get hard without the humiliation a jerk off junkie craves. No escaping being a loser. You’ve tripped and fallen hard. Addicted without a cure.

Stroke and repeat, “I’m a loser. I’m a loser. I’m a loser. I’m a loser. I’m a loser.”

I mock your stroke and lay it on thick. #1 loser want’s to cum now. HA HA

Such a filthy fuck. You crave to sniff my asshole. It’s all you can think about, huh?

Your nose so deep inside of me. I’m all you can smell and I’m all you can taste. Think of all the vile ways I can make your asshole treat even more delicious. Post workout. Or how about post sex. Imagine tasting all my juices that have dripped down my pussy and into my crack. And all his too. So many wants to fuck with you.

A pathetic bitch. Here when I want you and put of my mind when I’ve got better things to do. I will always own you. I will always control you. And seeing your hard on grow before my degrading and humiliating words is only further confirmation that you are MINE.

You throb when you think about you. Groveling and begging to be owned by me. The bitch is at my mercy and I love it.