Falling down the rabbit hole...

You hate this. It tears apart your emotional palette and wells up fresh tears in your eyes. It begins with the onset of tears trickling down the corners of your eyes, but soon you are crying. Shaking in misery and woe. Trying to internalize it and endure, but it becomes worse and you shudder. Your entire nude body is rocked with spasms of grief. This is torture, it's destructive and you are revolted by how this makes you feel. And yet, you know you have to have it. Why? Simply put your cunt is leaking, pussy slime is flowing from your open core and snaking down your legs. There is a sick desperate sexual desire that is boiling in you. Threatening to spill over into the most depraved orgasm of your life.

Seated on a stool, bare to the world with your arms held tightly behind your back. No bondage, no ropes or cuffs to keep you docile. It's willpower, sheer and utter force of will to keep yourself locked in this position. Glistening eyes stained with tears look up through the curtain of your hair as another sob forces itself through your naked form. You hear more, the words that cut so deep, verbally bashing you like the strong and thick beating of a bull whip. Metaphorical fists pounding into your flesh as the harsh and cruel wordsmith is abusing and degrading you. The computer screen featuring a man who has taken you to new depths. "Thank you" Is your only reply. The worse it gets, the more dehumanizing the words, the more your womanhood is aching for release. And despite how fervently you need to come, you understand simply that you have to have what you cannot stand. You hate this, but you need it so much more.

Is any girl out there brave enough to subject herself to this kind of online treatment? Contact me if you think you can handle it.

Regards,
DK

i would like to be that female.