With every drop of my spit, I erase the man you were. You arrived thinking you’d fuck me—dressed tough, cock proud—but I saw the truth the second you stepped inside. Pathetic. So I broke you down, piece by piece. First, your identity. Now you’re Matilda: painted lips, frilly lace, trembling fingers on your sad little clitty as I teach you how to touch it like a real girl. I make you watch as I smear my glistening red spit between my tits, let it drip just for you—because you don’t deserve to taste it, only to crave it. Then comes Alpha. Big. Veiny. Real. And you? You’re just the blindfolded cuck, make you suck his cock like I command, ears filled with the sounds of me getting pounded by a man who actually satisfies me. You don’t see a thing. You only hear. Only obey. You rub your clitty when I say, stop when I say, cum when I allow it—and even then, your pathetic release is nothing but a whimper compared to the flood of cum now dripping from my pussy. Do you want to clean it? Beg me. Are you ready to live as Matilda, forever in the shadow of real men, gagged on spit, worship, and your own humiliation? This is your life now. And you love it. Do you want to be remade again, my little sissy cuck?
