Lucid Lavender!

Do you wanna be famous on the internet? Do you wanna be my personal humiliation boy? I'm sure you've seen some of the things that I can do, the videos that boys send in, goon boys behind me in my videos. Do you wanna be that? Do you envy them starring in my videos for everybody else to see and laugh at? You could you know. You could be my personal humiliation toy for me to use and play with. Does that sound intriguing to you?

Is this outfit intriguing to you? Does it make you want to do things? Does it make you want to submit seeing the shiny latex hug so perfectly against my skin? Get on the floor. I'm not there to make you do it, you're going to do it simply because you're a submissive, simply because you want to follow along, because you want to be told what to do. On the floor. Head bowed. Now stay there. What a pathetic sight, you all alone kneeling to your computer screen in your room. I can just imagine you in my videos and how ridiculous and submissive you look, lying there on your floor, pretending like I'm there.

Get up. On your knees. Hang your mouth wide open, like you're waiting for something. Stay there. Look up at me. I'm standing right over you. But you're all alone, aren't you? I'm miles and miles away. I'm so far away from you but still, look at you, on your knees, you're doing this for me. Because you want to. Now stick out your tongue. Do you see these boots? What would you give to have the chance to l*ck them? To even be worthy enough to deserve that. It's a privilege. Now get on your back.

Get in the fetal position. And you can't move, don't even try to move. Why would you try to move? Take one of your hands, put it on your c*ck. Is your c*ck hard just from looking at me? Just from obeying. Touch your c*ck. Stroke it. I just want you to touch your c*ck. Look at me. My body, my boots, my curves. Look at me and touch yourself. Don't look away. Just stroke. Don't c*m.

Now get on all fours. Look how easily you obey my every command. Grab that c*ck again. You know what to do. I'm letting you stroke. I'm allowing you to play with yourself. You on all fours, stroking that pathetic horny c*ck. I could make that happen. We both know we want this to happen. Touch yourself just to the thought of it. Touch your c*ck to the thought of being magnified behind me on one of my videos. Do you wanna be famous on the internet? Do you wanna be my famous humiliation b*tch on the internet? Of course you do. I can make that happen. For real. You know how to get in touch with me...

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