The Final Surrender of Paul Greenwell: A Life Paid for in Ruin

The Final Surrender of Paul Greenwell: A Life Paid for in Ruin

They always come back. They try to run, they try to hide, they try to pretend they can live a normal life, but eventually, the craving becomes too much. Paul Greenwell is the perfect example of this pathetic, beautiful reality.

Paul is back in my life full-time, but this time, the terms are absolute. He didn’t just ask to return; he begged. He crawled back to me, desperate for the only thing that makes him feel alive: his own total, systematic destruction. And to prove his devotion? He paid me. He literally opened his wallet to ensure I would write this, to ensure I would expose him to the world.

Paul has begged to be plastered all over dedicatedlosers.com. He knows its his home. He wants the world to see what he really is.

The Architecture of His Isolation

I hold the keys to Paul’s existence now. I literally have thousands of pictures and videos of him—an endless, humiliating supply that documents every degrading moment of his life. Most people would pay a fortune to keep that kind of content hidden. Paul? He pays me to use it against him.

He loves it. He lives for it, its all he knows. He thanked me for isolating him from the rest of the world because it allows him to focus entirely on me.

His life has become a singular, deadly cycle. He spends days in isolation, waiting by his phone, desperate for just five minutes of my time. That anticipation is his entire world. He thinks about me—and his ruin—24/7. It keeps him in a state of constant, aching arousal. He told me himself that he has tried to break this cycle so many times, tried to walk away, but every time he resists, the craving just comes back stronger. There is no point in trying anymore. He knows he belongs to the addiction.

50 Years of Nothingness

Our conversation recently perfectly encapsulates his pathetic existence. He was at home, alone as usual, edging and spiraling into his subspace.

He texted me: “Ok master. Love my clitty aching like it is now master. I cant live without u master. U ruined my life master.”

It’s music to my ears. Hes confessed many many times that being at home alone, jerking off to sissy hypno, is all he wants out of life. And as I reminded him, that is exactly what he has done for 50 years now. Half a century of wasted potential, channeled purely into serving his own humiliation.

He replied, “It’s all im good for master. I want need u to push me further and further down.”

A New Purpose

Paul Greenwell finally has what he has been searching for all these decades: a purpose. His purpose is to be the mascot of literally every single site I make LOL

He is no longer fighting the current. He has drowned, and he has never been happier.

Welcome back, bimbo, Paul.

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