the gluttonous whoreman | |
- always desperate for some serious, malicious ass-kicking
- perpetually groveling for brutal & barbaric ego-smashing
- controlled by a prurient, animal dick that I own
- craving his Mistress, Goddess, Dominatrix, Boss Bitch
He wrote:
I go without you for so long. I look for you and long for you but you are away, living your life as well you should. Then I see it–an email that you’ve mentioned me in a tweet. I rush there and consume the snippets that you’ve written and ache ache ache for more but am denied because of my impotence.
I imagine this is what chastity and edging are like.
I replied:
You’re too much of a gluttonous whoreman to enjoy chastity or edging.
Now … castration might just be the perfect answer.
Don’t forget to check zen fetish. You’re my (un)shining star, after all.
Hot and brutal. Yeow!
And Miss Angela has just the perfect verbal Ginsu Knife collection for any whoreman.
Not castration. The man has to have something to play with while obsessing & wanting & needing–waiting for the scarce crumbs you scatter to keep him right where you apparently want him.
It is a great privilege to have your former penis in Miss Angela’s collection jar.