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We're NOT friends loser - let's get that straight shall we. I friend-zoned you - that's not the same as being friends. There's a BIG difference. You wanted to date me. You spent literally years drooling over me hoping one day I'll notice you were into me and returned the feelings... which obviously never happened. You got to hang out with me though - that's probably what gave you the wrong idea, huh? Was it? Did you get the wrong idea when I twizzled my hair and asked you to drive me to that party? Did you get the wrong idea when I asked you to pick me up afterwards and drive me and that guy home? Did you get the wrong idea when I asked you to tidy my bedroom after he left? Did you get the wrong idea when I let you massage my feet as I told you all about how amazing he was in bed? Aw yeah - I can totally see how you got the wrong idea that we're actually friends loser!
So you got the wrong idea - we're not fucking friends. You're just friend-zoned. You get to hang out with the girl of your dreams and imagine what it would be like if I actually liked you - and I get my very own chore-simp to do all the boring things I don't wanna! You'll get to spend quality time hand-washing my panties and scrubbing my toilets and keeping my shoes and boots looking super-clean - and I get extra time to spend with my boyfriend. You'll drive me to my dates and pick me up afterwards and you'll listen to me tell you all about them afterwards because that's what 'friends' are for, right? You'll be happy with your little friend-zoned existence because that's all you'll get from me - and you'll take all you can fucking get, won't you, chore-simp? You'll appreciate every boring task I give you and thank me for letting you do them for me because even though it's not the kind of relationship you wanted with me - it's the relationship you deserve.
So there's one last important detail about being my friend-zoned chore-simp that we need to talk about today. I'm gonna have to lock you into this chastity device for the duration of our relationship. You're gonna be spending a LOT of time with my dirty laundry, my collection of cute shoes and all the kinda pretty things a loser like you would love to cream his fist over in my bedroom. That's WAY too icky for me to even think about so you're gonna have to wear a chastity device. It's the only way loser. I don't want you sliming into my gym-socks or filling my panties with your failure-sperm of jerking a beta-load into my favourite Princess-pumps while I'm out on a date. I don't want you ruining this relationship just because you can't control yourself - so you're gonna have to wear the device... So loser... do you still think we're 'friends'?
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2026-10-25
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