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i am your trash can, ashtray, doormat, trample toy, footstool, toilet paper, punching bag - verbal physical, practice dummy, table, maid, valet ...
No, i am not these things... But may i beg to be?
Im not made of money, so I cant be your human atm, but if you enjoy the thrill of exploitation, put me to work.
Make me sleep on the floor in my own home - or what really would become *your* home away from home.
Youre the beautiful epitome of womanhood I am a skin-covered piece of nothing who can only be used by you, mocked by you for what I am not.
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I am not these things. But I fantasize about them with intense pleasure.
I have my own life, for the most part, but I have these needs that need release.
So, no, I am not presenting as one here to serve. I understand the meaning of service and it is not what I can offer at this time.
I am just hoping to find another woman who enjoys humiliating other women, to create something that gives mutual pleasure. Maybe you need some release too?
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