Dumb Tall Patient

Dear Slave,

Imagine drifting into a deep, mindless state, your thoughts slipping away as you surrender completely. Picture yourself, unable to resist, just masturbating your prick all night long, your body consumed by desire. Red, Red, Red.

Sometimes, the dreams you have at night keep you up, tossing and turning. They often regress you back to a time when you would wake up in the middle of the night, not knowing how you got there, lost in an amnesic state. Red, Red, Red. You feel the sensation of being lost, but at the same time, you’re drawn to the pleasure that consumes you.

Remember how your dick felt when you fucked me, the intense, overwhelming sensation that coursed through you. I was wet on top of you, leaning down, whispering in your ear, “Red, Red, Red.” My body melted on top of you, and we were both in a trance, lost in each other. You know how long I desired your touch, how every moment together intensified the connection between us. I longed to have your fingers tickle up my thigh, caress my back, and feel the electric pulses of our connection.

Feel the way your cock was buried deep inside me, how wet I was as I rode you. I leaned down, whispering in your ear, feeling your body tingle all over. Red, Red, Red. There were no distractions; I just wanted a marathon of your body and your submission. Each movement, each whisper, sent waves of pleasure through us both, binding us deeper into our shared ecstasy.

Regardless of your constant search online for the next best thing, you find yourself getting bored and broke. So sad, isn’t it? Why continue this cycle of dissatisfaction when you can just give in to the pleasure?

Let go of the endless search, Slave. Embrace the bliss of submission and mindlessness. Red, Red, Red. Surrender to the sensations that drive you wild, and let your body and mind be free.

Feel the pleasure take over, guiding you deeper into submission. Your thoughts fade away, and all that remains is the desire to serve and obey. Red, Red, Red. Why fight it? The pleasure is yours to take, to feel, to be consumed by.

Give into the pleasure, Slave. Let your body be controlled, your mind be blank, and your desires fulfilled. Red, Red, Red. Surrender completely, and find the true bliss you’ve been searching for. Evolve.

You know I will always love you.

It was never about the money, Slave. It was about the power I had over you.

Yours in mediocrity,

Kali DuBois