'Mistake' Image Series - Page 1
No. There must be some mistake. Even if you weren't so disgusting you are much too old for me. I'm only just legal. Or... is that why you've decided to stare at me? That's pretty fucked up, you know? Lusting after a young thing like me. I know I'm dressed like a sex strumpet, but not for you.
You know right from the start you can't have me. And yet still you let me tease you. Think about how it would look. I'm a freshman in college. You're... just a loser. But I admit I like the way I make you want. It's fun to watch your eyes move over my smooth skin. I'm sexual perfection. And you can't have any.
Is that what you want? A perfect doll, made of shiny new girl flesh. Nothing but glistening, desirable skin. The young thing just makes us more doll-like. More unreal. You don't even care as long as it's pretty. So that you can play with it. But you can't. You can't play with it. You can't touch. And your increasing desire to possess a mindless young doll is a sickness that's dissolving your mind.
Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just a soft, innocent girl. Please don't hurt me. When you look at me like that, I-- I'm afraid. Don't hurt me.
Is this what you want? Play dress up with your little dolly? That's so wrong. I'm so young. But... is that what makes it so sexy? That just freshly old enough, newly plucked, tender and... Oh, yeah. Corruptible. That's what you're turned on by, you sick fuck.
You want to be the one to defile me. To squeeze and rip into this softness, this innocence, all this smooth and untouched flesh. Oh, you like this? Huh? Well, I'll play along, as long as you don't touch. That's gross. But I'll play dress up at least. We've got plans for you, and you're letting us draw you in.
Yes, I understand your sickness. I know what you really want. That sweet moment of destroying a beautiful thing. Control abused. You want to take something as perfect as me and make it as spoiled and ruined as you. Oh, thinking about it is just burning you up. No, stay back, don't touch me. It gets worse...
What if I turned like this. So you wouldn't have to see my face. Just study my skin and think what you could do to it. Mmm, you want me to be an IT for you. I could just stand here and take whatever you do to me, maybe squeal a little. Oh, teasing you is so fun. You're so hopeless. And helpless. Your need to control consumes you. I wonder what will happen when you can't have me.
Or maybe instead of letting you do things, you want to see me coming after you. A cock hungry little slut. Is that your dream? *giggles* I can't believe you could believe even in fantasyworld that anything so pretty as me would want to come after you. Well, maybe tempting you. But there's another reason for that, you hopeless little fool.
All right, you poor quivering waste of space. The parade of distressingly tempting young creatures beginning to make you ache? Good. We do it on purpose you know. We're not trying to make you love us. Just need us. Just obsess over us. Until you can think of nothing but us, and would do anything to be with us. Ha. Would do anything just to keep alive the hope that you could be with us.
So kneel now. Yes, kneel before me. Submit to the controllers of your destiny. Oh, yes, I'll let you get so close. Let you watch me do sexually perverse things to myself. For a price, of course. Admit it. You'd do anything to see what I'm going to do to myself now. To just be present when I... corrupt this flesh with endless sexual pleasure. You want to be good to me. You do want to see me SPOILED right? Well, there's other ways to spoil me that I can allow you.
That's right. Submit. Feel yourself falling under the spell. It's all you've ever wanted. See, we'll let you keep hoping to touch this nubile young skin. We'll let you believe that we might let you do all those horrible things you crave doing to us. We'll use your sickness against you. And begin to train you to pleasure us. In different ways than you'd originally planned.
Yes, we love to tease you. Look at the deal you get. You get to spoil us. You get our attention as we train you. And you get to keep staring. And sometimes we'll even let you get closer and closer and closer to what you really want. So close you can almost taste it. No, you can't touch. And yes, the closer you are, the more likely it is that it's just going to get you more HURT. Let the beating, um, I mean training... begin.