A critical ANALysis.

Tammy is oblivious to everything but your cock, so you snap a picture of her like this. Yep. Using that for contact info, cause even if you weren’t planning on keeping her... well, you’ve heard the old saying ‘you broke it, you bought it’?Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a Medical Records Clerk. Should probably check The Affection Multiplier to see how much damage you’ve really done to your brand new walking blowup doll.

Thumbing the icon you decide to look at the unlocked Achievement.

Zero to Sixty: Increased someone’s Lust by more than 20 points without even trying. Who knew she was a size queen?

Perk Unlocked: We Have Such Sights To Show You: The sight of your unclothed erect penis will instill in a herd member with a positive Lust score an undeniable desire to touch and taste it.

Well... fuck. What the hell is this app trying to turn you into? You want to be irritated by that, but irritation is a difficult state to achieve when you’re getting your balls tongued. And another achievement that you didn’t notice?

Achievement Unlocked: Fucking Perfect: Transform a complete stranger into a herd member with perfect scores at the first meeting. Dayum! You work fast. You sick fuck.

Perk Unlocked: Breaking The Girl: All scores now increase at double their previous rate. All previous multipliers stack.

Ok. Not bad. Pretty good actually. Nothing really reality breaking and you can still keep a low profile. Wait, did that say perfect score?

Tammy Lisa Raye

Age: 38

Relationship: ****?!?

Sexual Orientation: Jimmy

Bio: Cleveland Ohio is a boring town. I was always a bit of an introvert though so that didn’t matter much. I kept my head down and didn’t date much through High School and came through it with straight A’s. I’ve always hated my appearance, wished I had curves rather than being built like a teenaged boy, plus I was ashamed of the weird urges I got. I thought I was some sort of deviant, that something was wrong with me because of what I wanted. And I wanted it constantly. School was easy for me because someone was always there to tell me what to do. All of my clothes matched so I didn’t have to think about what to wear. I never had to make choices. I’ve always needed someone to make those decisions for me.

I was in my first year at U of O when I discovered FetLife and a whole new world opened for me. I wasn’t abnormal. I just had a really deep seated need to be controlled and to not have to decide. To be protected from a world that would take advantage of me if they only knew what I was. But I got really good at hiding it because if I didn’t trust someone completely, I couldn’t surrender that control.

I chose the University of Pittsburgh for grad school for two reasons. The first one was the 3 year MLIS program which was nationally ranked. The second was that He was there. I’d met Him on the internet. He was perfect. Everything I was looking for in a Dom.

Sadly people lie on the internet. Our relationship was a whirlwind of emotion, and though he took my oral and anal virginity, he wasn’t the Man I thought he was. Yes, the three years we spent together were fun, but he was never willing to commit fully. I’ve since learned the term C.H.W.D. Clueless Horny Wannabe Dom. I haven’t been with a man since he left me.

After graduation I took the first job that would take me far away from the scene of my shame. Duluth Minnesota is about as far from reality as I could hope for, and I’ve spent the last ten years here basically living as a hermit and hiding in this basement room when I’m not hiding in my efficiency apartment.

Today You walked in and changed that. Your confidence swept me away without even trying. When You kissed me i saw God. You took all my worthless holes in a matter of minutes. If You will have me and protect me then i will be Yours forever. Please claim me Master.

Skills: Library & Information Science (Master’s degree).

Current Status: Sucking Master’s Cock

Statistics:

Affection: 100 (The sun rises because of You)

Trust: 100 (Your will is my will)

Love: 100* (my life for You.)

Lust: 90* (Hot, wet, and ready. i am nothing more than a life support system for the three holes that give Master pleasure.)

(*Love soft cap ignored due to subject’s psychological state)

(*Lust has a permanent minimum of 90)

Well. Fuck.

I dunno, I’d say that worked out just about perfectly. I’m the Goddamned Joker? More like the Mad Hatter.

You briefly consider yourself lucky that you didn’t just completely melt her brain. The worst part of this is that now you feel responsible. What’s that old saying about feeding strays?

You really need to think about getting a bigger place.