You’re just another man fascinated by the prospect of being completely and utterly owned by a Mistress like myself. Another weak willed, worthless male bitch who was born to be used, , and rinsed dry by women, over and over again until we grow bored with you. You’re like every other man on earth really–well, except for the part where you’re somehow all the more pathetic for knowing your place and crawling in here to accept it so willingly.

You want a Queen? I’ll BE your Queen.

Ruining men is my greatest pleasure. No, really, it’s the only thing in the world a man can offer that will truly get me aroused. You’re so pathetically easy to manipulate that it’s honestly laughable and that just makes it even more fulfilling to take full advantage. You spend on me. You spoil me. You serve me. You beg and plead and offer yourself over. All to be spat upon by a woman who could care less.

Your Queen. I am your Queen. You chose me.

This is what you asked for. A life in chastity. A life without orgasms. A life without release. A life where your every dollar and dime is mine for the taking. A life where I humiliate you, now and forever.