When you call me, you're already leaking in anticipation, it's so easy, you're so hungry already. Hungry for pain, hungry for suffering, hungry for humiliation, ridicule, and attention. You want a witness to your pathetic existence, your ego begs you to share your shame. I'm here for you, you can be a disgusting little worm for my amusement, I don't mind, you are paying after all. It's the only way a woman will ever pay attention to you, isn't that true?
I know you. I see you. I love your depravity. I love your face when it's in pain. I love that you exist to serve me.
Show me how much of this you can take.