Who you are means absolutely nothing to me, your feeling for me only matter enough that you’ll be greatful even after being treated like garbage and still return. It’s the fault of Disney and Hollywood that you’ve got the “I can fix him” mentality, when in reality I see you as a walking cumdump that I can take my darker urges out on. It’s so relaxing to get that energy out and not have it effect those women I actually want to date. Just knowing I can shoot you a text at 3am and you’ll be my Uber home and hold up those heavy tits and pump a load between before sending you home. If I saw you as an actual person it would be cruel and pathetic in equal measure to see how you’ll debase yourself thinking it’ll lead to anything.

I know full well it will never amount to anything, I’ve openly said that, guys like me don’t need to beat around the bush or lie. You just swear that eventually you’ll get through to me, or that you’re starting to “work your magic” as you like to tell your friends, only gaslighting yourself. Leaving out the details that you’ve resting on a pillow under my desk and been used like a fleshlight for hour long teams meeting, or that you’ve had to wear a turtle neck to cover those bruised cockpillows after agreeing to hold them up for punch after punch. That doesn’t even start on the videos where I’ve ordered you to film yourself spitting onto your tits or calling yourself names and sending them to me.

You see the ability to make my cock throb as a clear indicator that eventually I’ll want a relationship. To you it’s a mark of pride and hope each time you taunt or tease me into giving you attention, even when I’ve sent you home in an Uber the moment you’ve suggested something else besides you sucking my cock. The very idea of this being an equal relationship has left me ghosting you for a week before I’ve sent a reply to any of the pictures of your or other women’s tits like you know can work. I don’t even joke about you to mates at the pub, you’re closer in my mind to an object or even a loyal pet.

I don’t know why you keep coming back, I can’t understand how someone can have such little self worth. But I know when I told you not to come around unless it’s in a corset that you’d obey. Even now I’m relaxing on the couch after an amazing date with another med student who I actually want to date and after I just gave you the green light to come around, I know it’ll be dressed to impress. I often think to myself when I see your overly enthusiastic replies that I’d never date someone so pathetically eager to please. It’s those big heaving tits and your enthusiasm to suck a cock that are the only reason any man gives you attention at all.

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Hey there DPP, I am looking for someone who’s interested in being humiliated and degraded while serving as an abuse object/bimbo, huge boobs and oral focused. I don’t care what you look like in real life but I am more then happy to workshop the prompt into something we’ll both enjoy. Please hit me up with any ideas or kinks you’d like to include, and if you want to chat rather then be spoken to like shit say so you stupid slut.

My hard limits are gore, scat.