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Calling all s of serving pigs.
You know, you want me to make you crawl and beg to lick my shoes as be my ashtray.
You get off so fucking hard on thoughts of degradation, from the mild to the extreme - but, in truth, you cannot do without that extreme.
Im talking to you, male cunts, pieces of shit, and all the bitch-boys jerking right now to the fantasy of me threatening to smack you in the face with that iron just to make sure my clothes are perfect.
So many of you out there just needing that fix.
Im happy to give it to you.
Im fine with your sexual attachment to it, your kink.
But it WILL BE ON MY TERMS.
You want in? Show me what you got to offer. No, I dont mean your dick, stupid. I mean you kneeling and groveling holding up a sign begging me to give you what you cant live without.
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