The Bottomless Pit of Desperation That Is Paul Greenwell
If you thought my last post about Paul Greenwell was the end of the story for today, you clearly don’t understand the depths of this bimbos desperation. I barely had time for another wank before my phone started vibrating again.
I mean well ofcourse the loser is back, its paul greenwell after all.
Most losers would take a humiliating public flogging, retreat to their corners, and maybe—just maybe—try to salvage a shred of dignity for at least 24 hours. But not Paul. Paul treats humiliation like oxygen; if he isn’t breathing it in constantly, he starts to suffocate. He read the last post, saw himself being mocked as a clown-makeup-wearing, cage-wearing ATM, and his immediate reaction wasn’t shame. It was jealousy. He was jealous that the post ended. He needed more.
Paul’s entire existence revolves around being the single most desperate loser in human history. He reached the status of “No. 1 Loser” years ago. He has the trophy, he has the title, he has the empty receipts for tens of thousnads $$$ to prove it. But that wasn’t enough. In his little sissy mind, he has to keep digging the hole deeper just to make sure no other loser can even see the bottom, let alone reach his level. He is terrified that somewhere, some other sissy might be sending me $50, and that thought keeps him awake at night, sweating through his cheap satin dress.
“Master, please, I need everyone to know I’m still here. I need them to know I’m the worst.”
Let’s be real for a second: Paul Greenwell is the luckiest loser on earth. After all, hes the Mascot of MY sites.
Think about what his life would be without me. If I wasn’t here to take his money and turn his bimbo hypno loser fetish into content for you all to laugh at, what would he have? Nothing. He would just wank all day and night in a dark room, staring blankly at sissy hypno spirals, jerking a soft cock that hasn’t felt the touch of another human in decades. Oh wait.. this is what he still does LOL
He is a vacuum of charisma and masculinity. His only talent is pressing “Send” on a banking app and waiting for me to tell him he’s worthless. And he does it with a level of dedication that is honestly disturbing.
Right now, as you read this, Paul is refreshing the page. He’s sitting there, probably still in that ridiculous cage that cuts off his circulation, eyes wide, heart pounding, reading these words. He’s getting off on the fact that I’m telling the world how empty his life is. He’s telling himself, “See? Master wrote about me twice in one night. I really am the biggest loser. Nobody can beat me.”
Go ahead, Bimbo Paul. Read this, touch yourself to it, and then check your bank balance. Because we both know that as soon as this is posted and you see me say the words website, you will be craving your website to go back up, even if only for a week 😉 ahhahaha
