Warning: If you choose to click on this post, you consent to the effect these words are going to have on you. This post can and will 'rape' your mind. Well before I get to your body that is or you bring your body to me which is much more likely. If you are in public or in any way will need to have your composure for the next few hours I discourage you from reading this post any longer. You have been warned.

You know why I always include a warning at the beginning of these posts? Because well, let's just say I can be pretty intense. My words can have a tendency to just claw their way into your mind and dig in. Moving things around as required.

But it has seldom dissuaded good little sluts such as yourself who even after knowing, literally being warned about what they are getting into. Jump in head first into these trap of words. Let me paint a pretty little image for you. The next few minutes/hours that you're going to spend reading my words are going to feel like jumping head first in an ocean of honey.

It's the sweet scent of pleasure that lures you into looking at this post. Mmm this looks interesting? You think as you start reading but soon as my words begin to get to you. You realize how sticky of a situation you really are in. You begin to thrash your hands and feet around only to realize how your motions have become sluggish. You're almost hooked on every word almost craving the next one. Waiting. Reading. Sinking.

Until eventually it's too late. You read this sentence with rapt attention only to find yourself unable to look away. Who knows how many times you've found yourself at this exact sentence before. The potency of my words getting stronger and stronger each time you get here.

But well my apologies, I tend to ramble sometimes. Surely none of that is the case? Is it? Glad we're on the same page. Let's get back to the title shall we.

How have you not been claimed yet?

Surely both of us are aware of how desperately your pussy throbs at the notion of being claimed, taken against your will. Almost like a prize at the end of a hunt. I bet you always play games with those around you. I want their attention. But you don't want to let them know that you do. It feels hollow if you do that after all, doesn't it? I wonder how much of your time you waste playing games like these.

Only to be left aching at the end. Disappointed because nobody has what it takes according to you. I wonder how 'well intentioned' many men you've turned down just because they don't scratch that ever present itch within you. The itch to be used like a whore. They may bring you flowers. But you don't need their flowers you need their cum on your face. But you stop yourself because you've surrendered yourself to the game just as much as they have. And you see no way out.

I don't have time for your games. I couldn't care less, I always win.

I don't intend to woo you. I couldn't care less, you're going to end up addicted to me anyways.

I intend to claim you.

You've always been ripe for the taking. A fruit which has always hung from the tree waiting to be plucked. Waiting for the right hand to grasp you by your neck and pull you down to your knees.

I specialize in the mental side of CNC. I'm not just want to abuse you. I'm going to rape your mind. And you're going to be my willing participant smiling your ever so bright smile while you hand me all the tools yourself. After all, I understand you. I understand why you need to do this despite of how guilty it makes you feel afterwards. You come here with an aching wet cunt just hoping to get by touching yourself to all these people who you can potentially victimize yourself too.

I wonder if you're being a good little slut and touching yourself right now. Preparing yourself, almost convincing yourself against making the bad decision of reaching out to me. By now, I'm sure you know I'm bad news. You're better than this? Aren't you? I bet your mind agrees. But you cant seem to get that throbbing pussy of yours to agree can it. It almost has a mind of it's own. I wonder what will win out in the end, your mind or your pussy.

I know the answer of course. I can predict which way you'll swoon and fall by the end of this. After all, you crave everything I have to offer. You need attention. I'll give it to you. You need abuse. I'll give it to you. You need to be humiliated, degraded and rendered helpless. I can give it to you.

You wouldn't know what hit you before you'll be two fingers deep into your own cunt giving me whatever I ask of you and some more.

There will be no real harm of course, no negative consequences, I'm a twisted man, but not a monster, but the question is how far do you see yourself going, how far do you think you can be made to go?

Mention your first name, age, a detailed description of what you look like and your current country in your first message to me.

I know I can be intimidating/overwhelming, if you'd be a good match for me you're positively be shaking with pleasure right now. That is your cue to let go and allow me to show you pleasure so overwhelming you end up crumpled up on the floor, crying afterwards.

I can assure you, by the end of this. I will claim you.