Those swirling thoughts in your mind, flashes of your imagination play a very cruel game with you, projecting scenes of you being a needy helpless slave to your owner's ever so relentless whims. You can practically feel how ropes contort around your body, cutting into your skin creating that delightfully painful burning sensation, or weight of a collar that was locked around your neck, the feeling of intimate, carnal belonging, a sensation of connection both romantical and erotic. Sometimes your cravings get ever so intense and you just cannot help yourself but to feel like a nasty little cocksleeve, the urge to have every hole that you have to be compounded with aggressive drumming of fat dick, only thing that holding back the unstoppable storm of pleasure is your paper thin cervix, drulling all over the bedsheets. Oh but the cruelty!! Those ideas, desires are just deeply entangled visions in the web of your personal insecurities, self-punishment and the ever-forcing social need to fit in, leaving your body, your mind, your sensitive perky nipples with unfulfilled urges and needs, tearing at you from within. So you pour and bleed your lust on here, desperate enough for attention of men, for their needs and urges to be manifested, to be fulfilled just like yours. So if you crave to sacrifice your lust, your most intimate needs, then I will take them. My thirst to be free from shackles of my mind are ever gripping, the neon-demon that lives inside me, yearning, screaming the song of control, song of conquest, the song of devouring. His whispers encourage me to take you and make you weak in your knees, to steal your lust and will to resist and turn you into a puppet for my amusement, my pleasure. He wants me to coil around you and break you, break your holes, stretch you, tear you up and take all your lust and pleasure, until nothing is left. (Im not the greatest person at the small talk, so if you messaging me, please be engaging.)