Because You’re A Little Bitch
Today, a complete idiot treated me like trash. So, I pulled my blade from my boot and ran it against the enamel of his Camry. Then I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Why did you scratch your car?”
Dumbfounded, he replied, “I don’t know how I did that.”
I smirked and said, “Because you’re a little bitch…” He got down on his hands and knees, looked back up at me, and said, “Well fuck…who did this?”
Let me make this clear: if you do me wrong, I have control over your mind. Fail to understand this, and I’ll come for you. I show up. I tell slaves this, and they think I’m joking. But I love revenge — it’s a sport to me. I play chess four days a week at the college. People still want to mess with me. I’m a chess champion, hold multiple black belts, speak five languages, am former military, have multiple degrees, and have started multiple companies. Do you think I really care? Please, do me wrong. It will get my pussy wet destroying you. It’s exciting to me.
You slaves see a blonde tool to gratify your needs. You do not see all of me. I highly recommend getting to know me before engaging in scene work or committing to being a slave. This is not a moonlighting gig. My needs come first. If you want your sexual needs met, go to an escort site and find a hooker. I am neither of those things. I offer a different type of experience. I am a trainer, and I do intense scene work — the kind you can’t pay for with cash. Make sense?
It gives me something to live for. I don’t live for money, I don’t live for sex, I don’t have kids, I don’t live to create another product (I have created 500+), what I live for are the days where I need to teach someone a lesson. Whether it be in a positive scene or one hell of a fucking lesson.
The last guy who did me wrong lost all desire for women, lost his fortune, started balding, and got really fat.
Then J., little J., did me wrong. Several of my slaves lately have been testing me. If you want me to show up and do a scene, you need to say so. Not complain or gripe, or start shit. If you want me to do scenes, you need to speak clearly. Yes means yes, no means no. I do not have time for platitudes.
If you do me wrong, I will require you to do things that you do not like to do.
Why not just be nice and be my friend? Care about me. That’s all I ask. That’s also exciting to me. Developing good friendships with people who genuinely care about me instead of using me as a tool for their sexual needs. I am human. I have the power to destroy you and keep myself out of trouble. And you will think it’s all your own idea. It’s like fucking a Marvel character. Yet it’s real life. I really recommend pondering these things before doing them.
There is such a thing as the Golden Rule. I do believe in this.
