Neither you, dear reader, nor I should click links in any kind of spam, as it can lead to malware taking over your computer, stealing your identity, emptying out your bank account, etc. I know I could edit out those links, leaving only the true comment text. But despite the fact that the text of such spam may sound good (in its own bland, half-interested way), I’d seriously rather have no comments than fake ones.

Heck, I could write my own comments if I wanted to.

So all the fake comments go into the spam folder and stay there until I delete them.

I know it’s mostly bots, not real people, especially since this blog doesn’t have many outside links.

But I know sometimes real people do this kind of thing. I have special fantasies about torturing people who vandalize blogs in this way.

Do you fantasize about doing mean things to people who send spam? Do you ever think about how satisfying it would be to torture such a person, and how richly they deserve it? Call me, we can play this roleplay out as a team!

The illustrious Clarence Thomas…

Maybe not so illustrious, considering his spotty history in gender and rights issues. He wrote a breathtakingly absurd minority opinion stating that it is perfectly reasonable to strip search a girl against there is no evidence that she has contraband, and that girls who have such contraband, even though they are not aware they are under suspicion or anticipate being questioned, would naturally keep such pills in their panties or bras.

Reread it. He thinks girls normally keep Advil in their panties. There is something so perverted beyond words about that. I can’t help but picturing him playing with his penis as he was writing it.

Now Niteflirt does not want us to do underage roleplay, but I’m sure there is plenty that a person could still do with that fantasy and stay within the rules.

He tiptoed into the room, grabbed her right hand, and handcuffed her wrists behind her back before she knew what was happening. He roughly kissed her mouth, deeply, and squeezed her ass, feeling her respond as he fingered her pussy. When he pushed her face down on the table and pulled up her skirt, she spread her legs for him and moaned slightly. He put his cock up against her tight little asshole and pushed hard. She screamed…

She was sitting at the computer, watching porn, panties on the floor, playing with her pussy. The women on the screen were getting their asses fucked.

When he spoke, it startled her. She didn’t want anyone to find out about this, and she was willing to do anything. That was what he wanted, of course…

She is very worried and asks what she can do to get her grade up to passing. But of course, he has an idea. Pulling her into the large storage closet in the back of the room, he closes the door behind them. He explains what she will need to do to get a good grade, not just to pass, and she agrees, even though she has never done that before. She would do anything to save her grade…

Afterwards, you call her a “good little fucktoy”.

He was very mean to her, slapped her around way more that a little rough sex. It was the kind of thing that turned him on, and when he finally came, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep soundly on the bed there in the hotel.

She handcuffed him, chained him to the headboard by the collar that was now around his neck. By the time he woke up, she had already gone through his wallet to copy whatever usable information she might find about his job, his bank, his family…

He was trapped. She would blackmail him into paying her from now on. There was no way out.

I have even made a 3 minute audio you can buy to sample it. (Hint: the longer the session, the more it hurts, and the louder I get.)