u/psychedCoder

Dear sweet flower,

I was wandering through the

deprived, wretched holes of Reddit. When my eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of pure, beautiful darkness:

You!

A delicate enigma.

My little angel of the Void!

♡

I sense you have felt the yearning that pulses through every corner of the cosmos. This yearning, raw, untamed~ twists and tangles into ropes of pure desire.

Desire that binds our helpless, naked bodies. She strips us bare, tearing away the fragile veils of dignity we cling to so tightly:

A slow unraveling of all we once deemed Sacred and Holy.

Line by Line.

Until only the raw truth of our deepest longing remains,

A searing, ecstatic agony that

FORCES you to kneel,

Reminding you of who you are.

○●○●

A hollow vessel,

An empty echo of humiliation.

A completely worthless object,

A Thing!!!

A flesh toy devoid of hope and respect,

Yet dripping with purpose and use.

And your reward?

All the feelings that haunt you

Disappear,

Leaving only the quiet emptiness.

A soft surrender.

•▪︎■

So come to me,

My little flower;

And I will show you a fate worse than the cold shackles of death.

An arousal beyond being just my brainless slut.

Chains deeper than mere slavery.

CALM!!!

A liberation devoid of freedom,

Where release only deepens the grip,

And the weight of your own will becomes unbearable.

♡

I wait

With plenty of water to keep you clean and healthy, and a tiny bit of hope my suffering has mustered.

Formed into a soft ball of warmth for you;

Let me be your gentle master,

In your tireless journey of being purely and utterly nothing but aset of worthless holes that submits.

○°○°○°○

Oh no, worries, little flower,

I won’t mess you up in real life

Unless you want me to.

Just submit to my words here.

I’m your master only in the realm of Reddit.

So stay calm, my little flower.

But embrace caution!

¤

I may ask you to do unspeakable things.

Gentle and Rough.

So much so you will helplessly whimper. Beg me to stop.

Maybe even I pay you a visit and brutally rape the hope out!!!

~

Anything to silence the poisonous whispers my delicate words have birthed within you.

So, what do you choose, my dear flower?

This will be one of the rare choices you will have from now on.

◇

I exist only to embody your yearning,

A desire born of flesh. Needing Me,

Your Master, to guide you.

To claim you.

Abuse And  Skull Rape your very existence.

All within the boundry of words.

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Dear sweet flower,

I was wandering through the

deprived, wretched holes of Reddit. When my eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of pure, beautiful darkness:

You!

A delicate enigma.

My little angel of the Void!

♡

I sense you have felt the yearning that pulses through every corner of the cosmos. This yearning, raw, untamed~ twists and tangles into ropes of pure desire.

Desire that binds our helpless, naked bodies. She strips us bare, tearing away the fragile veils of dignity we cling to so tightly:

A slow unraveling of all we once deemed Sacred and Holy.

Line by Line.

Until only the raw truth of our deepest longing remains,

A searing, ecstatic agony that

FORCES you to kneel,

Reminding you of who you are.

○●○●

A hollow vessel,

An empty echo of humiliation.

A completely worthless object,

A Thing!!!

A flesh toy devoid of hope and respect,

Yet dripping with purpose and use.

And your reward?

All the feelings that haunt you

Disappear,

Leaving only the quiet emptiness.

A soft surrender.

•▪︎■

So come to me,

My little flower;

And I will show you a fate worse than the cold shackles of death.

An arousal beyond being just my brainless slut.

Chains deeper than mere slavery.

CALM!!!

A liberation devoid of freedom,

Where release only deepens the grip,

And the weight of your own will becomes unbearable.

♡

I wait

With plenty of water to keep you clean and healthy, and a tiny bit of hope my suffering has mustered.

Formed into a soft ball of warmth for you;

Let me be your gentle master,

In your tireless journey of being purely and utterly nothing but aset of worthless holes that submits.

○°○°○°○

Oh no, worries, little flower,

I won’t mess you up in real life

Unless you want me to.

Just submit to my words here.

I’m your master only in the realm of Reddit.

So stay calm, my little flower.

But embrace caution!

¤

I may ask you to do unspeakable things.

Gentle and Rough.

So much so you will helplessly whimper. Beg me to stop.

Maybe even I pay you a visit and brutally rape the hope out!!!

~

Anything to silence the poisonous whispers my delicate words have birthed within you.

So, what do you choose, my dear flower?

This will be one of the rare choices you will have from now on.

◇

I exist only to embody your yearning,

A desire born of flesh. Needing Me,

Your Master, to guide you.

To claim you.

Abuse And  Skull Rape your very existence.

All within the boundry of words.

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[M4F] 28 - To the beautiful soul that stumbled upon this letter ... I am truly sorry you found this writing  - Session: 05d26d3c31250146e5df00e8cff25ae689a1a5e3e89a147809b9f0c93c752e9d0e

To the beautiful soul that stumbled upon this letter,

What little sympathy I have, I give to you, dear flower. I am truly sorry you found this writing...

You have felt it, haven't you?

The aching that you are meant to be something different, something more;

But no matter how high you rise, or far you run, it never seems good enough.

What if I were to tell you that you are meant to fall?

That you are meant to plunge into this darkness, a void of depravity.

A place devoid of freedom,  consent and self respect.  A place where your needs are never heard.  Where you are nothing but a set of holes to be used for pleasure, for pain. 

No, not a Slut my innocent flower. Sluts feel, Sluts lust, Sluts  deserve love.

You will be something worse-

A mere husk of a human,

Just a self warming, self lubricating,

flesh toy,

A worthless set of holes.

What I offer you is guidance and something that resembles hope on this journey, dear flower—to help you become as beautifully dark as the night's void that brought you here.

Wondering if I can succeed?

The truth of my success lies in the fact that you’ve read this far—a proof that, deep down, you feel the void within you, begging and yearning to be freed.

That there is some truth to the voices that whisper...

"You were meant to be worthless",

"A failure",

"Just a piece of flesh",

"An object" ,

You will finally realize that those voices were yours all along, that you were your own worst abuser and degrader.

An infinite mirror,  echoing your own humiliation;

A pain etched into you like a vicious parasite,

Refusing to leave, even if you're torn to shreds.

Your only solace is to become a thing—

A thing that feels nothing,

A thing to be used and abused.

An acknowledgement that you yearn to be a set of holes that submits!!

So come to me, my Angel of darkness.

I promise you liberation, though it will be devoid of freedom.

I promise you purpose, though it will be devoid of hope.

But before you come, pause for a moment and say your goodbyes.

Enjoy.

Enjoy these final, fleeting moments of being yourself, when you are not yet helplessly broken.

Feel.

Feel the seconds slipping away as the ownership of your thoughts and emotions begins to fade.

I await, as broken as you, my flower. Waiting here for so long that the emptiness itself now calls me her master.

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To the beautiful soul that stumbled upon this letter,

What little sympathy I have, I give to you, dear flower. I am truly sorry you found this writing...

You have felt it, haven't you?

The aching that you are meant to be something different, something more;

But no matter how high you rise, or far you run, it never seems good enough.

What if I were to tell you that you are meant to fall?

That you are meant to plunge into this darkness, a void of depravity.

A place devoid of freedom,  consent and self respect.  A place where your needs are never heard.  Where you are nothing but a set of holes to be used for pleasure, for pain. 

No, not a Slut my innocent flower. Sluts feel, Sluts lust, Sluts  deserve love.

You will be something worse-

A mere husk of a human,

Just a self warming, self lubricating,

flesh toy,

A worthless set of holes.

What I offer you is guidance and something that resembles hope on this journey, dear flower—to help you become as beautifully dark as the night's void that brought you here.

Wondering if I can succeed?

The truth of my success lies in the fact that you’ve read this far—a proof that, deep down, you feel the void within you, begging and yearning to be freed.

That there is some truth to the voices that whisper...

"You were meant to be worthless",

"A failure",

"Just a piece of flesh",

"An object" ,

You will finally realize that those voices were yours all along, that you were your own worst abuser and degrader.

An infinite mirror,  echoing your own humiliation;

A pain etched into you like a vicious parasite,

Refusing to leave, even if you're torn to shreds.

Your only solace is to become a thing—

A thing that feels nothing,

A thing to be used and abused.

An acknowledgement that you yearn to be a set of holes that submits!!

So come to me, my Angel of darkness.

I promise you liberation, though it will be devoid of freedom.

I promise you purpose, though it will be devoid of hope.

But before you come, pause for a moment and say your goodbyes.

Enjoy.

Enjoy these final, fleeting moments of being yourself, when you are not yet helplessly broken.

Feel.

Feel the seconds slipping away as the ownership of your thoughts and emotions begins to fade.

I await, as broken as you, my flower. Waiting here for so long that the emptiness itself now calls me her master.

To the beautiful soul that stumbled upon this letter,

What little sympathy I have, I give to you, dear flower. I am truly sorry you found this writing...

You have felt it, haven't you?

The aching that you are meant to be something different, something more;

But no matter how high you rise, or far you run, it never seems good enough.

What if I were to tell you that you are meant to fall?

That you are meant to plunge into this darkness, a void of depravity.

A place devoid of freedom,  consent and self respect.  A place where your needs are never heard.  Where you are nothing but a set of holes to be used for pleasure, for pain. 

No, not a Slut my innocent flower. Sluts feel, Sluts lust, Sluts  deserve love.

You will be something worse-

A mere husk of a human,

Just a self warming, self lubricating,

flesh toy,

A worthless set of holes.

What I offer you is guidance and something that resembles hope on this journey, dear flower—to help you become as beautifully dark as the night's void that brought you here.

Wondering if I can succeed?

The truth of my success lies in the fact that you’ve read this far—a proof that, deep down, you feel the void within you, begging and yearning to be freed.

That there is some truth to the voices that whisper...

"You were meant to be worthless",

"A failure",

"Just a piece of flesh",

"An object" ,

You will finally realize that those voices were yours all along, that you were your own worst abuser and degrader.

An infinite mirror,  echoing your own humiliation;

A pain etched into you like a vicious parasite,

Refusing to leave, even if you're torn to shreds.

Your only solace is to become a thing—

A thing that feels nothing,

A thing to be used and abused.

An acknowledgement that you yearn to be a set of holes that submits!!

So come to me, my Angel of darkness.

I promise you liberation, though it will be devoid of freedom.

I promise you purpose, though it will be devoid of hope.

But before you come, pause for a moment and say your goodbyes.

Enjoy.

Enjoy these final, fleeting moments of being yourself, when you are not yet helplessly broken.

Feel.

Feel the seconds slipping away as the ownership of your thoughts and emotions begins to fade.

I await, as broken as you, my flower. Waiting here for so long that the emptiness itself now calls me her master.

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To the beautiful soul that stumbled upon this letter,

What little sympathy I have, I give to you, dear flower. I am truly sorry you found this writing...

You have felt it, haven't you?

The aching that you are meant to be something different, something more;

But no matter how high you rise, or far you run, it never seems good enough.

What if I were to tell you that you are meant to fall?

That you are meant to plunge into this darkness, a void of depravity.

A place devoid of freedom,  consent and self respect.  A place where your needs are never heard.  Where you are nothing but a set of holes to be used for pleasure, for pain. 

No, not a Slut my innocent flower. Sluts feel, Sluts lust, Sluts  deserve love.

You will be something worse-

A mere husk of a human,

Just a self warming, self lubricating,

flesh toy,

A worthless set of holes.

What I offer you is guidance and something that resembles hope on this journey, dear flower—to help you become as beautifully dark as the night's void that brought you here.

Wondering if I can succeed?

The truth of my success lies in the fact that you’ve read this far—a proof that, deep down, you feel the void within you, begging and yearning to be freed.

That there is some truth to the voices that whisper...

"You were meant to be worthless",

"A failure",

"Just a piece of flesh",

"An object" ,

You will finally realize that those voices were yours all along, that you were your own worst abuser and degrader.

An infinite mirror,  echoing your own humiliation;

A pain etched into you like a vicious parasite,

Refusing to leave, even if you're torn to shreds.

Your only solace is to become a thing—

A thing that feels nothing,

A thing to be used and abused.

An acknowledgement that you yearn to be a set of holes that submits!!

So come to me, my Angel of darkness.

I promise you liberation, though it will be devoid of freedom.

I promise you purpose, though it will be devoid of hope.

But before you come, pause for a moment and say your goodbyes.

Enjoy.

Enjoy these final, fleeting moments of being yourself, when you are not yet helplessly broken.

Feel.

Feel the seconds slipping away as the ownership of your thoughts and emotions begins to fade.

I await, as broken as you, my flower. Waiting here for so long that the emptiness itself now calls me her master.

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There is something about words written raw,

​without limits,

​that bind and rip away all that we consider holy,

​Crushing every shred of innocence we keep trying to hold onto with bleeding hands.

​They strip us naked,

​Vulnerable,

Helpless,

bound by nothing but our own pathetic reasoning.

♡♥︎♡

​These words transcend all restraints of real-world intimacy,

​Burn us in places we never knew existed,

​Cut us with scars that flashes deep red with pain, but bleeds wet, hot pleasure.

°°°••○○●

​It's a freedom that transcends any physical sensuality.

​If you,

​like me,

​are an explorer curious if words can

​abuse,

​break

​and shatter our minds so hard

​that all our questions of existential dread and purpose ○●○ cease to be,

​And we become nothing but mindless things to be used,

Flesh toys that itches and begs to fullfill their pathatic aching  desires,

Drink some water and come join me.

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