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(NOTE: If you're a subscriber, send Me a message with the word "NOTHING" to get this audio for $10). It's about time you've accepted that you're a beta. No need to lie anymore about the kind of man you are, and the kind of man you could never hope to be. You've finally found comfort in it. But now you're wondering where to go from here, aren't you? Maybe there's one tiny little voice in your head telling you that maybe you aren't a loser. But it's small, and it can't speak over the rest of you that's come to terms with being a beta. So I'm here, for two reasons: one, to stomp out that little voice for good until it no longer exists by reminding you of your place. And two, to tell you about your new life as a beta and the permanent changes you'll be making to your life to really accept the lifestyle. It's no longer a fetish to you, it's your everything. Shall W/we get started and show you the next steps to true beta enlightenment? Then that leaves you no choice: get this audio and fucking listen.
It's sharp. It's quick. It hits you like a lightning strike to every nerve. And it's the easiest way to turn you docile. Empty. And desperate. I hold so much power in MY pretty fingers, and I love nothing more than to SNAP them to grab your attention and make you instantly obedient. Each new SNAP makes you desperate for the next, and with a quick flick of My wrist, I can push you deeper into a pit of horny, hopeless desperation to submit and serve. Each order precedes that irresistible trigger, and once you hear it the world fades to black around you. Nothing exists around the two of U/us, nothing else matters. SNAPs make you forget the world. SNAPs make you turn your brain off. SNAPs turn you more and more into My dependent piece of trapped property. How far will these fingers take you into the void?
You're finally in the second half of Locktober. You've been aching against that chastity cage, haven't you? It has to be feeling like a prison sentence that just doesn't end. Your mind is looser and emptier than ever. And the sexual frustration... I can't even imagine what the denial has done to you. Consider this a fun little check-in on your self-imposed predicament. I'm sure My words will dish you at least a little bit of mercy... right?
I see your struggles. I know your unease. And I can feel how beneath the surface, nothing seems right. You're burdened with a full head, a body out of alignment. You're feeling lost. Fortunately you have Me, and fortunately I have just what you need... the REMEDY to guide you. The one thing that will silence the voices, the doubt, the chaos and confusion... But you need to be able to trust Me. To give yourself over to My grand plan for you. The REMEDY is intense, but it's the medicine you need. Let your stroking and My voice lead the way. To Me. To deeper submission than ever. To complete emptiness... (featuring binaural beats and slight voice altering FX -- proceed with caution~)
((WARNING: if you're an easily-offended little pussy, turn back now. If you're ready to see how depraved your humiliation fetish is, buy this immediately.)) You know how hard it makes you when you pump to everything I have that you lack. Money, sex, looks, success, power... while you whimper and pump harder convinced that you hate Women like Me. But you don't hate Me. You know it and I know it. One look in the mirror and you know the one who really has earned your hatred is yourself. And only when you admit that can those hours of pumping, desperation, paying and humiliation really make you feel good. It's the only sex life you have, loser. Savor it and say thank you while I use you to rise to the top.
(Which will you choose -- sensual, teasing reassurance, or a pre-shift ego break? You decide...) Rise and shine, loser. It's time to get back to the grind. It's so hot to Me to know that I don't have to lift a finger to make men like you toil away like worker bees to fund My life. Did you know that nothing is sexier to Me than a hopeless bitch who makes life more pleasurable and easier for Me while he works himself to the bone? I know it gets you too -- your findom habit is a hole you throw yourself into once you're off the clock, and the addiction of cruel women who only want to use you is the best kind of porn there is. I created this wickedly motivational audio for you to listen to every day on your way to work, so by the time you walk in the door you're ready to slave away in your pathetic little cubicle, office or work site... albeit with a dripping, hard cock and a craving for when you get to return home to Me. It's such an honor for you to be used by your Mistress like this, to fuel your findom kink to make you more successful so I can take advantage. It's the sexiest win-win you could ever beg for. Now, go and make Me My money, loser. And you better be putting in overtime.
(Which will you choose -- sensual, teasing reassurance, or a pre-shift ego break? You decide...) I hear you're looking for some motivation to push yourself for Me while you're out of My grasp. Did you know that nothing is sexier to Me than a devoted toy who makes life more pleasurable and easier for Me? I know you crave the closeness, and feel a throb every time you send your money to Me, but to be able to do it more and indulge more in your findom habits? What a dream. I created this deliciously encouraging audio for you to listen to every day on your way to work, so by the time you walk in the door you're ready to toil like never before for My pleasure and luxuriating... albeit with a dripping, hard cock and a craving for when you get to return home to Me. It's such an honor for you to push yourself for Me. To use your servitude as a reason to let yourself thrive. Still beneath Me, yet floating high from My teases. Have a good day at work, My plaything.
(NOTE: Subscribers can access this audio as a 50% off PTV -- send Me a message with the words "I want mercy" if you're aching to listen to it.) Did My cruelty hit a little too close to home? Did I make you feel more exposed than you originally fantasized? Did I take too much? You're begging for mercy, and not to worry -- I am listening to you. Every plea and every cry, I can hear loud and clear. However, I have a bit of a bittersweet response to your desperate little request. Here's the mercy you'll be getting...
***custom, no name mentioned*** You've been such a patient, kind man, My darling husband. Giving Me the lavish wedding of My dreams and yet waiting to consummate it. Making sure I know every day how pampered and adored I am. And now, after a year of waiting, as much as you've loved "caring" for Me, I've made you rush home to await enjoying Me for the first time. What you don't know is the terms I may have hidden in the marriage paperwork, and how, quite frankly, you're not going to be doing much enjoying of Me after all. Not in the ways you intended. Did I use you? Maybe. Am I going to continue? Certainly. But you'll learn to love it. You live for My happiness by any means. By ALL means. And what woman will want you now if you were to leave?
You ran to the end of your short tether and were pulled back. You searched for an exit only to loop back around and crawl to what called to you. Must I explain it to you over and over, or are the two active braincells in your skull just stubborn to accept the truth. There is NO WAY OUT for you. None. You've never possessed the strength to stand up to My influence. It may pain you knowing your freedom is gone, but that's simply you mourning the time you've lost where you could have embraced My control. That pain will only grow and multiply with each time you try to escape back to normalcy. Stroke to this while you get it into your skull, dummy: you can scream. You can run. You can bargain. But all roads lead back to Me. I'm who you depend on now, and without Me, you are NOTHING.
I know who you are. I know what you want. And each moment you're awake or asleep, you've known all of that too. You're thirsty for cock. Enough to the point it drives you insane, to the point of drooling all over yourself. There's no shame in being gay, My little slut, but your sexual tastes have shown how much you crave to embrace the submissive side of life. You won't be sucked -- you'll suck. You won't take -- you'll be taken. Over and over until your body swells from countless cum loads and all you can taste is the legion of men who used you up. I can show you the way -- you just need a little "expanding" first. And I have the toys for it if you beg for it hard enough.
You know how you swore to take care of Me, sweetie? You know how you put that pretty ring around My finger and made your vows to make sure I was cherished, loved and fulfilled? I remember that day, My love. And just as every relationship has its tests, W/we're about to face O/our next one. Or rather, you are. I've enjoyed this dynamic of Me wearing the pants in the relationship and you being the doting husband I always wanted, but all that doting just isn't catching up to My spending. So I've decided on the perfect way for you to keep up and prove that you're still the provider I married. Not like you'll protest -- W/we both know I'm the best you'll ever get, and that you might be holding in a little secret regarding how far your submissive tendencies go. Ready to show Me how much you love Me, honey?