/biz/ - Business & Finance

Fuck me I'm in usdt and it doesn't look like it's gonna crash, price is heavily manipulated and propped up. Wat do?

Uh guys. this ...this cant keep going.

Self-loathing, morbidly obese cuck here.

I dream of having a hot wife to own me. I make good money and have half a million invested, but it's still not enough. I'm fat, pathetic, and every woman on earth will always be too good for me.

I want the whole shebang. Complete submission to dangerous beauty.

I want a wife who misses the toilet and makes me clean it up like a dog.

I want her feet on my face.

I want to prep her for dates with darker, exotic, powerful men.

I want the extent of my sex life to be when she pulls down my pants to check that my tiny fat shrunken cock is still in chastity.

I want tears, screaming, broken plates and fine china, dents in my floor, shattered windows when I do the slightest thing that displeases her.

I want her to hit me, scratch me, kick me.

I want her to drink too much and total my car.

I want her to get hooked on whatever drugs are trendy, and utterly ruin us to feed her addiction.

I want her to kiss and grind on strange men in front in public.

I want her to shit out a half-black kid who clearly isn't mine.

I want to suffer the humiliating, scornful looks from white racists who will know all my life force supports a half-breed.

I want her to spend every fucking dime I make.

I want to be her broken, obedient, impotent slave.

Her benefactor. Her cuckold. Her punching bag.

I'm over 300 pounds and horribly out of shape. I grew up with an overbearing mother. My cock barely works, and only when I look at the most disgusting feet porn, and the last time I was with a woman I shot off in less than a minute.

I am unfixable. I'm getting richer by the day and I want what I want most to destroy me: a beautiful, dominant, hearltess woman.

And when the divorce comes, when I know she's leaving and taking every single penny she can extract, I want her to find my pale body in the bloody bathtub, give me a kiss on the forehead I will never feel, and gently pull my eyes shut.

Give me a beautiful, reckless, slow motion suicide.

Managed to off load my NAK bags onto some poor soul at $3.20 right as the market opened.

URRE