Hey folks,
This story can either be read from a [male [incel]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vr3jks/me_the_lame_incel_who_got_catfished_by_an_fdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) or female [Fdom] perspective. Pick your poison.
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By day, I’m a tattoo artist. By night, I like to shatter incel dweebs’ worlds into a million pieces and heal them back together with metaphorical sex glue. It’s a…hobby of mine.
As usual, I was lurking in various forums, trying to find a suitable toy to play with. That’s when I met “Celrotify.” Ugh, I know; his username reeks of greasy hair and self-loathing.
He was your typical, run of the mill incel-type. Fixated on stupid physical characteristics like height and facial structure. Sure enough, he hated women for not wanting to have sex with him. It was such an intense hatred that I couldn’t resist putting out that fire. Look, he’s a danger to society, okay? I’m just being an upstanding citizen and squashing these behaviors before they turn into a forest fire.
If you’re going to do this kind of work, you need to know the terminology. Ridiculous words like chad, stacy, normies, roping, looksmaxxing, heightcel, red pill, black pill, and so on. All idiotic yada-yada, but damn, is it effective.