I am a needy pawslut. I want to lie prone as I am stepped on by a mischievous dragon. I enjoy being looked down on. I get excited if you control me. I give out my account credentials to the first furry to ask. I get off to being bullied by soft, colorful paws. I wish to be dominated because a stepping stool is all I'll ever amount to. Talk to about pawpads.
I commission art of my character being used as a slave. I paid money to get this done. I also bought this. Additionally, stories turn me on. I could read this one over and over and it would never fail to excite me. I wanna reiterate: I have and I will continue to spend money on images being used as your pawslut, as long as you treat me with the same regard as a footstool. You can control me and I won't bat an eye. And god, will I beg for you to let me dive my snout in your soft, alluring paws: just please treat me like the slave I am.
Sometimes I work on projects on my spare time, such as a website where like-minded furries can share otherwise paid artwork for free, or barely noticeable spambots that post trite memes on imageboards. My favorite must be the bots that try to lure schmucks into awkward RP sessions. I just wish anyone would fall for it... I'm so desperate at this point that I'd lick the filth off the sweaty soles of a musky dragon played by the caricature of an autistic neckbeard. I'd also give up my home address if it meant he'd press his other paw against my pathetic little needy cock. I would even write about it on my Wiki page, in the hope someone would pity-fuck me. And in spite of all this, I still feel like I amount to something more than a small puddle of shit -- I can't help it, but I admit the irony is palpable.
My attempts to be social always back-fire. Last time I went out of my house in a few months, I got stuck in a foreign country for days. My old "friends" avoid me and my new ones aren't real. I wanna be liked but my few redeeming aspects are overshadowed by my social ineptitude. Basically I'm a horny low-life that is turned on by people deriding me, except I've become so desensitized to it that I have to beg randoms to let me lick the space between their toes and/or edit my profile page to feel the slightest kick. I didn't think being a regular adult was going to be this hard, so I just gave up on it. I hope to be able to build a genuine relationship someday, but I'd rather stay a child for now. A footstool doesn't have as many responsibilities anyway.
Enough about me, let's chat about you. Do you speak English? Do you vaguely resemble a videogame character from one of the least traumatic series in my childhood? Great, I would love to take this relationship to the next level! Sorry for being so abrupt and clingy okay, I just enjoy the attention. Can you just, like, sit on my face and put your cute soft paws on my chest or something? Have your friends join in too, by the way, if they feel like stepping on something fluffy and horny. I don't really have standards, as long as they can treat me like shit. Speaking of which, feel free to use me as your toilet if you feel like it. Nothing like being treated like a dumpster while having my face molested by curious, dainty toes. God, I'm messed up.
At times I play games with people I add from friend code threads or that I pester long enough until they accept. Needless to say, I am not very good. My movement system is impaired and the best I can handle is rhythm games with two inputs on easy mode. When I play against other people though I tend to ragequit as soon as the reminder that I'll never be better than a six year old sinks in. I don't particularly enjoy playing anyway, I just do it because I get all excited when I lose -- I imagine my opponent bullying me with their paws for being such a sorry waste of space and it makes me so happy. Until I remember they haven't the slightest bit of desire to interact with me again.
By the way, my furry porn sharing has gotten popular! I'm so joyful to know I've been useful to someone for once. However the weight of so many users having their way with my service is starting to burden me. I wanna give up but then they'll think less of me. I don't know how that's possible given that they don't think of me at all, but I still don't want to give in. Though, if given a chance, I feel that I'd let any random fuck take advantage of me and my service if they'd give me something I want. Integrity is a thing of the past anyway, since I've stooped this low I might as well lick the bottom. So please, if you read this and want special treatment of any kind, just let me be your bathroom rag and I guarantee you'll get a kick out of it.
Speaking of which, if we're gonna RP please don't expect me to do anything. I'm awful at feeling the mood and the direction of a session so I just reply with onomatopoeia or one-liners with five words. Even if I had any decent thought, I'd be too focused on jerking myself off to bother writing it out. The result is that I often do entire RPs without writing a single paragraph. Then, when I finish jacking off and cum all over myself, I sigh and fall asleep almost immediately. As far as the other person, they don't even know if I finished or not and they just keep typing for a bit before giving up, perplexed. As if I care if they have fun, anyway.
After I'm done with my special ed classes, I enjoy walking around the city and taking pictures of random rubbish in the attempt to make my unremarkable adventures more bearable to those who are subjected to read about them. My typical stops consist of:
I'm not wealthy either. My idea of being rich is having £150 in my PayPal. If you see a shabby looking guy walking around with his Motorola cellphone and taking pictures of Japanese snacks in the UK, that's probably me.
My physical health is poor. My mental health is times worse. I know it's common nowadays, but I wish I could stop fixating on things normal people find meaningless. On the other hand, I kinda enjoy knowing that others look down on me when I sperg out. I wish more would treat me like a harmless but noisy little critter and bully me by silencing me with their toes in my mouth. They don't seem to get the hint though, so I become more painstakingly obvious as the time goes by. Today I pestered someone for so long that they cut off every form of communication with me. I just wanted them to treat me like a footstool and I inconvenienced several other people by it. I hope they're not sick of me. They're the only ones that tolerate me.
Oh, forgot to mention -- I locked myself out of my account. I don't know how, but I feel really stupid. I'm still editing this so that more people can know what a pitiful bag of shit I am and hopefully reach out to me and implore me to stop wasting oxygen. Little do they know, all they have to do to help me achieve that is sit on my face and use their paws to play with my cock. Then I will be quiet for days.