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We laugh as we tell you what kind of ideas even cross your mind, how far gone you are that you’d fantasize about humiliating yourself like that for us. The thought of you going out in ******, uncomfortable and paranoid, knowing you look wrong to everyone around you, is more than enough to make us mock you endlessly. Every step you take, every errand you run, you’d be panicking over being exposed, wondering if people think you’ve embarrassed yourself completely. And the worst part is knowing why you’d do it. Not for pleasure, not for confidence, but purely for our amusement. We humiliate you for being willing to degrade yourself that deeply, knowing you’d carry that shame quietly while we laugh about it. That’s your role. Risking embarrassment, living with the anxiety, all so you can feel useful to us for even a moment.