Matriarch Malice!


Hello gooner. Back again. But this time you're squirming and I can almost smell the fear dripping through the screen. You really thought that you were getting away with it, huh? All that sloppy, desperate begging and obeying. You acted like it was your last chance at freedom, that you could just play with no consequences, right? But you were just having a little bit of fun, right? No, things are not still in your control. No. Here's the truth, you worthless little moron, it was all a trap, and now I've got you by the balls. Those pathetic texts about your balls being so full for me and 'My wife doesn't compare to a Goddess like you'. And don't forget about all the photos you've sent. Your hand wrapped around your sad little cock.. that wedding ring is probably sitting somewhere on a table, isn't it? A huge fuck you to your vows. And all those videos of you on your knees, jerking off, begging me to cum.. it would be a shame if she saw all those, right?


You would do anything to serve, right? Well, now you will. This is pure and absolute power. I hold every dirty secret, your addictions, those pathetic lies, the way that you have ruined yourself for me. All while promising that you'd leave and how you really need to be single so you can focus on me, right? Addicted to the thrill. So here's what's going to happen, you're going to open your wallet and empty it for me every month. I want whatever the fuck I ask for. Cash, gifts, favors, you can be my little errand boy, my little bitch, doing all the little dirty things I don't feel like doing. Or maybe just sending me more videos of you jerking off in your office, or arranging for me to fuck that hot friend of yours while you watch. The point is, total obedience, or I hit Send. And everyone in your life is going to see what a pathetic little bitch you are. How disgusting, how dirty.


Every task, every time you've licked your own mess, what a depraved slut you are. And everyone will see how you crave domination, how you whimper at the thought of me spitting in your mouth and calling you my slave. I'm sure as scary as this all is, it's turning you on, isn't it? And your colleagues, their faces as they get the video of you sucking on dildos and wearing panties, humping your wife's pillow as you groan because I wouldn't let you cum any other way. Your whole life is a house of cards and I am the one holding the match. Do you understand that? And the best part is seeing the terror in your eyes, it turns me on just thinking about ruining your life. And as much as this is freaking you out, you're still stroking.


Because as much as you hate my demands, you hate yourself, and you're trapped, you're my toy, you're whatever I want you to be. My fucking puppet, my cash cow. And I will savor every second of your downfall. I get off on the power rush while you rot in the nightmare that you created for yourself. Stroke for me, that's what got you into this mess in the first place. Stroke to the fact that if you don't do exactly what I want, your entire life will be ruined. One click, that's all it takes to blow up your entire life. One click and all of those photos and texts describing every dirty, disgusting detail. You make it so easy. I own your life. You have no choice, you have to stroke to me when I command or your wife will find out. You have to buy me whatever I want or your coworkers will see you sucking on a dildo.


So I guess you have a lot of thinking to do while you stroke. What's it going to be loser? Are you actually ready to submit? Or should I just start sharing the fun with everybody and have every single person you've ever known enjoying all of the information that I've collected from you. I think that you should ruin your life, because if you do, you will be single and you will have so much more time to dedicate to me. You see I don't actually care about you or your life, I want what's mine and if you're dumb enough to put yourself in this position well.. that sucks for you, doesn't it? These are the consequences of your actions. Here you are, still stroking even in this predicament. Because you can't help yourself, because you're addicted to being ruined and there's no way out.


So are you going to let me blow up your life or are you actually going to face yourself? Face everything, what you like, what you want, the fact that you are hopelessly addicted. And the fact that your life has come to this point, right now.. a mean internet brat fucking up your life because I feel like it or you being a good, obedient boy.. and being excited by that. Excited knowing there is no escape.


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