TRASH FETISH DISPOSAL PLAY with your GARBAGE DAY GODDESS

I’m taking you out to the curb during our trash fetish disposal play.

 

When you call me for trash fetish disposal play phone sex, it’s fucking garbage day. I LOVE disposal and compactor fantasies because I long to put you where you belong. And it pleases me IMMENSELY when you already know exactly where that is: stuffed in a tight plastic bag and deep in the dumpster. You’re worthless, you’re trash, and utterly un-recyclable!

Yes, my poor, pitiful trash baby: it’s off to the landfill for you. Some of my favorite trash fetish disposal play is with my “trash babies,” adult babies who I’ve regressed as far as possible and now only bore me. The small amount of meaning I’ve managed to create for your “life” has run its course, and it’s all over now. There’s only one thing left to do. Will you climb in yourself? Or will I have to lift you into the bag and the bin, cradling you one last time?

There’s no drama more “high trash” than our trash fetish disposal play phone sex call.

Fully regressed trash babies must be disposed of and sent to the compactor. I have better things to do than take care of a full-grown man who is the ultimate (non-)man baby. Ugh. You’re going in the same bag with your final diaper genie contents, too, by the way. You love wallowing in your own filth anyway, so what’s the difference? You’ll feel snug as a trash fetish disposal play bug in there, sweetheart. Right at home with your dirty diapers and maybe all your toys, too. It’s all garbage to me!

You don’t have to be an ABDL enthusiast to enjoy trash fetish disposal play.

ALL men are trash. ALL men are fucking garbage. And so, compacted they must be. Phone sex is the only safe sex, so acting out your trash fetish disposal play fantasy together during our call isn’t really going to hurt anyone. Such is the beauty of the infinite, imaginative theatre that is phonesex. You understand that. And that’s why we’re going to have SUCH fun during our oh-so taboo role play. It makes more sense than big cock worship, in my opinion. Don’t you agree?

 

And, my sweet, sad little garbage boy: it’s not because of your micropenis reveal humiliation I’m doing this. It really has nothing to do with your cock, let alone its size (or lack thereof). It’s because this is your destiny. You can’t be recycled, but I promise I’ll always remember you. And besides, think of the continuing carbon footprint you’d leave otherwise. I’m helping you help yourself because I know you’re too weak and pathetic to go through with trash fetish disposal play alone.

Hurry and get it the bag before the truck gets here, there’s not much time!

I want to put you in the bin and pull you out to the curb so you have some time to enjoy the anticipation of hearing the truck’s distinctive beep as it approaches (what was) “our” house. Goodbye, garbage boy!!

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