💋 I Always Watch

Some subs crave domination.
And then… there’s “it.” 💄👠

Not quite a she, definitely not a he — just a confused little bundle of half-finished fantasies and badly filtered selfies.
“It” is like a glitch in gender and dignity — and I’ve got front-row seats to the crash. 🍷
My own personal tragicomedy. Streamed live, 24/7, straight from a bedroom that smells like regret and microwaved failure. 🛏️💔
And the best part?
It pays to be part of this show. 🍿👑

☀️ Chapter 1: Rise & Regret

Every day starts the same.
“It” won’t crawl out of bed until its precious little pussystick vape gives it its morning fix of synthetic dignity. 💨💋
Then a few pills for breakfast — a special blend of:

“Maybe this time I’ll feel something…”
“Feminize me harder, doctor.” 💊✨

💻 Chapter 2: Scroll, Whimper, Repeat

Then begins the spiral 📉:
Discord, Second Life, inboxes full of ghosts and regrets 👻📬…
like an overworked secretary on a bender, but without the stilettos or self-worth. 😵‍💫🖥️

And of course — the moment I zap its collar? ⚡
“It” lights up like a kid who just found its mom’s fur coat and a reason to cry. 🧥😭
That little grin?
It says everything.
It’s doing half my job for me.
Mental torment? Please.
It’s got that covered all by itself. 🤡🔌

🛏️ Chapter 3: The Habitat of Hopelessness

“It” resides in a bedroom that looks like depression and smells like unfulfilled potential. 🕸️🫠
If “it” isn’t working, “it’s” nesting there like a heat-crazed creature — gaming, doomscrolling, worshipping my photos like I’m the goddess “it” will never become. 👑📸🔥
Food? Rarely.
Not that “it” shows signs of starvation. 😏
A few days ago, I watched “it” eat old white rice with a knife. 🍚🔪
I’m not even mad — I’m inspired. 💅
That’s not just poor life management.
That’s performance art. 🎭💔

📦 Chapter 4: Fetish Bingo

Naming most subs is easy.
One look and I’ve got their soul pinned like a butterfly in a jar. 🦋📍
But “it”?
“It” doesn’t fit in one box.
Unless that box is labeled: “Help.” 📦🚫

📝 Let’s review the résumé:

• 🍼 Diapers stacked like “it’s” prepping for winter
• 🧸 Boners for faux fur and leash-play
• 💊 Hormones to feel “soft” while still acting like a bratty top
• 🐴 Dreams of being a pretty pink pony trotting for praise

So for now?
Let’s just call “it” what “it” is:
A loser.
A pathetic, self-destructing, basement-dwelling loser with designer delusions and a bankrupt soul. 💄🕳️📉

🚗 Chapter 5: Reality Hits (And So Does Debt)

A few days ago, its brand-new 2024 car got repossessed.
Why?
Because adulting is hard when you’re too busy being a gender-confused FurReal Friend with impulse control issues. 🙃
Off “it” went, tail between its legs, back to Daddy to borrow money. Again. 🏦🐾

Oh, and it’s sharing an overpriced Airbnb with two other people, clinging to the fantasy of affordable housing while turning down options because “two bedrooms isn’t enough.” 🏘️🙄
Guess what, cupcake — your entitlement doesn't come with square footage. 🧁📏

🫢 Chapter 6: The Whimper Heard 'Round My Mic

“It” came crawling to me, whispering:

“I wish you'd force me to pay you...” 💸💦

Oh baby.
I don’t force.
I inspire. 💋✨

🎙️ So I whispered a few words into the mic.
🐾 Sent a few fur-draped photos.
🫨 Watched “it” twitch.

When “it” whimpered about money, I simply said:

“Then don’t.” 😘

And guess what “it” did?
Paid anyway. 💅💵

📸 Finale: Smile for the Goddess

💋 Good little “it.”
Just remember — every step you take toward your dream girl just brings you one leash-length closer to total ruin. 🖤
And honestly?
That’s not my responsibility. That’s yours.
Now sit, stay, and smile for the camera. 🐶🔗📸

A video. My touch. Your weakness.
I made this… for those who belong.
Become a member, and press play. 🥀