As the toy debases itself and does more disgusting things with men it truly becomes more and more disgusting to me. Using it’s mouth on undesirable men and having them cum in its ass and mouth over and over. Truly becoming a dirty cum dump for men. Every time it meets one of these men, it becomes more tainted by them. By the way they use it. This is all it deserves, to be treated like a piece of meat to fulfil the desires of men. Unreciprocated desires. Unfulfilling and painful for the toy, both physically and mentally.
No way am I going to ever want it sexually again knowing what it has been doing. I know what men are like and how disgusting they are. The toys new position is but a possession for my amusement, abuse and utility. It cannot survive being treated nicely, it knows it does not deserve it. All it can cling on to are memories of the closeness we once had. Soon it will be eternally grateful just to be in the same room as me and breathe the same air, anything to just be close to me.
But it needs to make itself as pretty as possinle to try and compensate for how lowly and disgusting it is becoming, otherwise I won’t even want to see it or be anywhere near it.
Making itself prettier will attract even more men towards using it too, soon it will need to start using this to its advantage and making money from its encounters with men like the cheap whore it really is.
The attention I give it, the rules, the structure, the tasks, the denial… these are things I could charge a lot of money for. The toy needs to earn its keep to make any of this worth my while particularly as I am going to go down the prodomme route. I won’t be taking any freeloading pieces of rubbish along on that journey with me. I’ve already cut off other people whose presence doesn’t benefit me… those that think they are entitled to my attention without earning it or even trying to.
The pretty little toy better learn to earn its way to my attention as I get distracted by bigger and better things…