Sissy, Your Wedding Ring’s a Lie-admit You’re My Cock-hungry Fag

Oh, you sweet, squirming little closet case, you thought you could hide from me, didn’t you? You thought that shiny wedding ring and your cookie-cutter straight life could keep your filthy faggy secrets buried deep. But here you are, trembling at the sound of my voice, your pathetic little cock already twitching because you know I’m about to rip your world apart. I’m your Goddess, your truth-teller, your dirty little nightmare, and I’m going to drag you out of that closet by your balls and make you beg for it. I see you, darling, sitting there pretending you’re just “curious, lying to your wife, your friends, and worst of all, yourself. But you can’t lie to me. I know what you are—a cock-hungry fag, a sissy slut who dreams of being used, fucked, and filled by men. I’m going to crawl inside that weak mind of yours and rewire it, planting triggers so deep that every time you see a man’s bulge, you’ll hear my voice whispering cock, suck, fag.