How sad is it that a "man" has such a dire need for my attention and my presence to feel something? I have mind fucked you so bad that you crave for me to endlessly give you pain and humiliate you senselessly. Your obsession for me is the reason why I keep a crop handy to beat your ass if you ever get out of line. You are so needy that I can't help but to keep you in check and keep your ass sore, I am always watching you bitch to make sure you're being the best bitch I want you to be. I am going to make you drool and leak by watching my shiny dress, perfect feet and fat ass in amidst of my strikes I land on your bottom with my crop. You were meant for the loser life and I am so happy you finally accepted what you are, give in