Forced intox phonesex: I’m making you drink, not you.
Are you the kind of person who struggles with “maintaining balance” or “clarity”? Who practices/overindulges certain things to a point that where they might be-cum “escapist behaviors”? Like, drinking to EXCESS, maybe? Better pour yourself a shot now . . . ’cause you know this forced intox phonesex blog is really is about you, after all.
It’s not just loneliness that leads you to forced intox phonesex. It’s wanting your own life and your control over it to be officially out of your (deluded, clumsy) hands. You don’t want to be responsible for your “poor choices” anymore . . . so who better to hand the reigns over to than ME, the beautiful dominant Mistress of your dreams? And if you want to pretend you’re being “forced,” I’m MORE than happy to blackmail you!
We’re going to play a drinking game tonight when you call me for forced intox phonesex, just like you do every night — except when you play with me, it’s more fun. I bring some much needed exxxcitement into your lonely evening of binge drinking. And just like the game goes every other night, there’s not really a winner . . . but there is a loser. Any guesses who that might be? 😉
With every sip you take, you’re feeding your addiction. Not just to the booze, either — but your addiction to me. You’re ruining your liver, I’m ruining you . . . and your bank account. But you know what? This is exactly what you wanted . . . whether you can admit it or not. You WILL admit it by the end of our call, though. Because it feels good to tell the truth about yourself, even if you are in a state of utterly obliterated forced intox phonesex stupor . . . wouldn’t you agree? A kind of catharsis, even. A purging. But maybe that will cum later . . . when you’re clutching the toilet, wondering why you love forced intox phonesex with me so much?
