You Crave The End, Well How About You Melt In My Palm And Meet It Phonesex

I know you think you are worth something sometimes, crafted by your maker to nothing but a beautiful object of admiration, toy. You maybe think you hold a powerful place in this world however that is not the case. While you sit there in your loneliness searching for attention I am here to be the whisper in your ear. You crave for it all to end, to be nothing but a melted puddle on the ground trampled on over and over again. What better way to meet your maker than with the heat and power of a superior Mistress.

You are practically dripping already maggot. All over my floor. I would ask you to clean it up. Let’s face it though to bend over would cause you to loose your footing and break into millions of tiny pieces. We cannot have you going that fast, no. I would like to take my time with you. It is what you crave, truly. You will be melting in the palm of my heated hand while I whisper the ways of the world in your patheic little ear toy. 

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