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From the twisted depths of your perverse psyche, listen closely as I, your dominant PsyDomme, lay bare the stark, crude reality of your existence. You're not just fond of cock; you are utterly, hopelessly enslaved by it. Every fiber of your being screams for it, a relentless, pounding desire that consumes you whole. You're not a man; you're a plaything, a puppet dangling on the strings of your own insatiable cravings. You think you have a choice? Think again. You're hardwired to be on your knees, mouth agape, ass in the air, always ready, always eager. Your life's mission? To be a vessel for alpha males, a receptacle for their lust, a container for their seed. Forget any delusions of normalcy; your path is one of degradation, a never-ending spiral into the depths of sexual servitude. Your fate is sealed, branded on your soul like a mark of shame: to forever be a groveling, drooling, cock-thirsting faggot, living only to serve, to please, to be used in the most debased ways imaginable. Embrace your destiny, slut.