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Across the digital ether, I was spending my day with a loser. We all know the type. He wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary, just your average gooner who’d found my corner of the internet. He paid me for my time, of course. What he bought, primarily, was attention. Curated, commodified attention. Sometimes a few pics—nothing too wild, just enough to keep the illusion alive. But what he really wanted, what he truly craved above all else, were those trigger words.
You know the ones I mean. Those exact phrases, spoken or typed, that would unravel some tightly wound spring inside him. Words that would trigger him to stroke and edge himself stupid, lost in his own private loop of self-abasement and gratification. I, the puppeteer, tugging on invisible strings with carefully chosen syllables. He, the puppet, dancing to a rhythm only he could hear.
spending my day with a loser
“Are you ready, loser?” I typed, my fingers moving with practiced ease. My voice, if I’d used it, would have been flat, devoid of any genuine emotion. He’s nothing but a masturbator after all. A moment later, his response popped up. A string of emojis and fragmented sentences, a clear sign of his escalating state. He was on the edge, teetering, waiting for the final push. It was always the same. They build themselves up, get lost in the fantasy, and then need that specific linguistic key to unlock the true release.
I took a sip of my coffee, feeling anything but aroused. He wanted to feel worthless, to be commanded, and I was providing that service because he PAID me to do it. He’s a paypig. Who am I to judge the landscape of human desire? Besides, I had my eye on a new toy and it was pricey. He was gonna buy it for me, he just didn’t know it yet. lol
Then I typed it, my gaze fixed on the screen, waiting for the inevitable confirmation. The words he’d been begging for, the ones he believed would take him deeper into his own personal hell, which paradoxically, was his heaven. “Get worse, loser.”
The monitor pulsed with an immediate, frantic stream of text. Success. He was exactly where I wanted him. Weak. Submissive. And ready to pay me for more.
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