Primal scream therapy.

There are times I just want to yell at the useless wastes that call themselves women. Just unleash all the misogynistic fueled rage I have for pushy bitches with loud mouths. I find it therapeutic for me to just stand in front of someone's lost broken daughter and violently yell into her face ramping up until I'm ready to be more... physical.

They'll cry, they always cry. Tears make me hard, the harder they fall the harder I cum.

I bind their hands and their ankles to unleash a verbal fury of hate directly into her face. I dim light so they only see me in the shadows. The shadows are not to hide me. They are more for atmosphere.

I pace in front of them. Again, reminding them, they agreed to all of this. Now it was going to happen, and it begins with a kick to her abdomen, the same one she's been flashing to me all day to my annoyance.

I'll quote the all the nonsensical bullshit they told me through the day or night mockingly. I start slow, calmly telling them how stupid I thought they were. I say to them they were never in control, I groomed them for this. This was never about them. This was always about me gaining their trust to abuse them. This was never about a cure, this was always about more illness.

I explain the abuse was about to be real, and traumatic. Just like she edged to and begged of me so many times.

I tell them they aren't the first, and that I don't even think they'll be that memorable. Another in a long list of nothing's who think they abuse will be just like a porn set. I'll let it be known there are no cameras or real record of us meeting. This is not and will not be porn, cunt. This is actually happening to you with a genuine misogynistic and sexually abusive man who doesn't see you as an equal, let alone a human.

Then as I take off my belt and fold it into one hand. My tone becomes more angry. The bass deepens in my voice and I growl in anger.

I bring up the deeply disturbing confessions they have made to me. I use all they trusted me with against them. Massage certain pain of theirs into excruciating throbs that can only be subsided with a good hard smack.

Loud, angry, abusive, threatening yells that torment in their pathetic weak psyches long after I'm gone. I practiced those into sharp knives that cut purely.

I like them to shirk in fear when I tower over them and yell directly into their face how massive a piece of useless unwanted diarrheal shit they have become in their sad forgettable life.

A wet mess of stink, sickness and waste. I can't imagine any little girl dreaming of this, yet here THEY were enjoying it all. Relishing in their degradation and humiliation.

I use mannerisms with my hands with quick jerky movements that keeps her wondering when I'll hit her, not if I will hit her.

I have them wonder which hand? Belt, open or closed fist? How hard?

I'll grab them by the hair, get into their faces and I explain why I UNDERSTOOD what happened to them and how it was all their fault, and how she deserved no less.

If they cry, mock them for their weakness. If they don't cry I mock them for their understanding and self awareness of being a brain dead no one nothing slut shit bitch fuckmeat.

It's after that bit of foreplay, I'll have them take off my pants with their mouths.

Yea, it's a fun little moment for me to humiliate her as she fails. I push her back to the floor, kick her until she rights herself, and have her continue undressing me with her mouth. It proves she can't do anything correctly. It shows how weak she can be.

It sets a true tone that there is more humiliation for her to come in order for me to cum.

January 7th, 2026