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Don't even bother trying to deny that you are a hopeless addict when it comes to me. No, really: you'll only embarrass yourself. But then, you'd probably soak your pants with the cum I did NOT permit you to release just by thinking about how that's not even the most humiliating thing I can-- and WIILL-- force upon that pretty, weak, hopessly devoted body and mind of yours. Oh, I can't WAIT to tell all the girls and guys I'm fucking on the regular about our next phone call! You get more and more pathetic with each one of our chats. And you know what? I prefer it that way.

Obey me, slave. Do everything by my command. And maybe, just maybe, you will prove yourself worthy of being my personal bitchboy.