The word "SIMP" has finally come along, to describe the indescribable feeling you get when you're in your particular sub space. It's mental bondage and torment; it's practical bottoming. It's a spiral of obsession that perpetually drills into your brain and scrambles your mind. The fact is that you can be easily pushed into this space, by mostly anything I do. I can get you to masturbate to the cleavage between my knuckles, you're such a simple wanker. Easy. So do it, loser. Show me the definition of "SIMP." Anticipate the fall into what's next: gooning. But first you must SIMP. you must lay all of your pride and masculine power at my feet and watch me stomp it, spit on it, and throw it in your face and make you eat it. Jerk off to my vicious flavor of humiliation, swallow your humanity and gag on it for me. Entertain me with your desperate horny zombie phenomena and let me see what I do to your mind and body. Give it all to me, SIMP boy. ALL of it.