Impaled on Our Charged Petard
I’m trying to decide on an intimidating name to use, a classic master’s handle for when we get our first guilty snot-slut down here. Any unnecessary anonymity aside, my actual name (Myron Littlejohn) is as unfortunate as everything else about me. Otherwise why would I even need to prepare a super-secure secret ‘seduction’ cell like this in order to get laid?
Soon none of that will matter however – not my demeaning name, my delicate skeletal structure and undevelopable physique, my rat-like facial features and crooked teeth, not even my inescapable social stigma. I’ll finally get the s****l expression everyone else does, that all male primates’ primal needs dictate. And I’ll be able to take my due with every bit of the vicious cruelty and degrading domination
