27M Looking for sluts who’re looking to be desperate

You have read this before, you have done this before, whether truly or in your dreams. You are good at not being good enough, good at proving you are useful to someone who tells you exactly how to be useful, but do you understand the depravity, not only that you hold but, of the one you seek? How disgusting it is to be a party in such actions and conversations. And it is not distinct; it is not exclusive; it is from you. You are the contaminant

Now you may argue against that, but that is what I have chosen to believe. Your constant tug at my shirt, incessantly asking for attention has turned me into a fiend for your desperation. It is an exchange that works, this little dynamic of ours, but addicts always want more. These subtle changes disinterest me now, there was thrill in the first hundreds but after learning how affordable desperation is for your kind my needs have mutated, and now so will you.

You will no longer just be a vessel but a device

I prefer you be stable, because my asks will be grand. Toys, nudes and lingerie are preliminary, but I want more out of you. I want change

Absolute change.

I tire of losers, and so you must become something more. From the way you speak, the way you talk, the way you sit, dress, eat and look. The results I seek are not subtle.

Before your excitement gets the best of you, do ask yourself all the worrying questions. Allow yourself to doubt. My intentions truly are not about you, though if you are who I am looking for this exchange benefits you the most because it will free you. Years of this has taught me that some of you may be too dumb to know who you are in the first place and so I’ll help

What you are is lost. Not necessarily in the faculties of life but rather in yourself. You have no identity beyond your possessions and achievements. You are what society dictates, a follower. But having followed a congregation of varying beliefs you no longer know where you are bar the applause you hear now and then to which you reply to with smiles. An inconsistent voice in your head has grown like a weed that you cannot quiet that has been paradoxical, pulling and pushing you over the same axis. You need a singular source of truth, perversely so. A totalitarian unforgiving pillar, that articulates what’s next for you. That gives you purpose in clear instruction so you can feel it, so you can know inherently that you are being useful

To be clear. I am not a saviour, I am rather a demon of a more serrated voice. Willing to stop at nothing to turn you into whatever my day decides. I will corrode and correct the dishonest guardrails and turn you into a pet whose highs are clandestine yet filled with such adrenaline. I will make you speak words you have ridiculed yourself for uttering, I will pull out the beast of desperation you may have thought you suppressed and tame it, purge it and in its place put something new

If this interests you, you are welcome to find out.