Let’s face it – I don’t care who you are.
You attempting to impress me time and time again with your wealth is beyond pathetic. With your “worldliness”, and your big oh-so-important job. I get random messages from you which only seem to serve the purpose of you showing off.
Yawn. Sigh. Delete.
You see, I don’t give a shit. I am not some young, dumb girl who can be easily impressed. I am not the type of woman who needs you, so get that out of your head right now. Men buy me things because I deserve all of the finer things in life. Either you know your place, or I throw you out like yesterday’s newspaper.
So why don’t you just cut it out? I see right through you, and your shabby attempts to control me and the way you submit. What was it you said last night – that your submission was a gift? I had a good laugh over that one. It is your birthright, slave. And this is my game, not yours. It has been my game from the beginning. But since you have been too clueless to notice, I shall explain it to you. You severely underestimated my intelligence – and you will suffer for it.
How? You will long for me while my laughter rings in your ears. You will
realize, slowly and surely, that what you though made you a man means
nothing to me. And the whole thing has been nothing but you lying to
yourself.
When I tell you what I really think of you, deep down you will know it is
right. The words, not shouted but whispered, will humble you. You long to
assert yourself, but how does an inferior male who based his self worth on
worldly illusions do that?
Your being, your mind, your cock responds to me in ways you thought impossible.
Welcome to the truth, it hurts doesn’t it?
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