TRASHBAGGING PHONE SEX

Reduce, reuse, recycle – except during trashbagging phone sex.

Are you hankering for the hermetic hug of trashbagging phone sex? Imagine that you and I have found each other on some trash fetish disposal play forum. You’ve been sending me your erotic stories about a beautiful, sadistic Mistress like me disposing of a worthless loser like you. Why objectify women when you could be objectified as what you really are: garbage?!

Perhaps being sealed up tight in a trash bag gives you some feeling of “returning to the womb.” Are your lifelong “Mommy issues” the origin of your offal obsession? The bag is already “half-full” during our trashbagging phone sex call. Because you won’t be CUM-pletely alone in there, garbage boy. There will be lots of other smelly, nasty waste for you to wade and wallow in. Maybe your own dirty diapers? My used tampons? Or something else you’re eager to tell me when our scene finally begins?

Every day is garbage day when you call me for trashbagging phone sex.

As your Garbage Goddess, your Supreme Trash Mistress, you recognize what an HONOR it is for me to dispose of you. You know that your “life” is more meaningless than “regular” trash, at best. People can still do things with some waste. Like make trash art, of course. I once went to a museum that had a giant room filled with a sculpture made entirely from plastic fished out of the ocean. That garbage was repurposed for political, artistic purposes. But you? Trashbagging phone sex reminds you that you had no function, no value to begin with. You can’t be recycled or reused. So, into the garbage you go!

How long will I keep you as my soon-to-be garbage gimp during our disposal fetish phone sex role play? Whether I regress you over a period of years back into a baby beforehand or I bag you up the night I arrive, it’s time to call me.

I’d rather have trashbagging phone sex than recycle ANY day.

Are you ashamed of yourself? You SHOULD be ashamed of wasting taxpayer money, you pathetic jerk-off piece of junk! Think of the cost to law-abiding, productive citizens your trip through the compactor and into the landfill will require. Tsk tsk! However, your disposal (unlike your existence) does have value. Once you’re finally disposed of, gone with the (other) garbage once and for all? Well, THAT is priceless.

I just re-upped my neverending stash of XXL trash bags. And, although none of them have your name on them, per se, we both know I have one waiting JUST for you. No need to monogram or label a trash bag for something lower than litter.

Taking out the “regular” garbage = BORING.

Be honest: your life is BEYOND boring without trashbagging phone sex. And mine? Well, it’s chock full of poignant meaning without you, of course. But I am disappointed each time I lift my trash bag out of the can, lugging it through the tedium of “normal” life out to the bin. I’d MUCH rather be throwing YOU away. So, what are you waiting for? I’m right here, waiting to DISPOSE of you forever!

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