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I am A Natural Domme with the grace like that of your delusional Drunken Bipolar mother whisking an empty bottle of jack at you from across the room. You should be crying, asking for the rights to your body back... but no you ARE an object, you are the Tool for Faye Coon to get off. not at all should you start to think its sexual, i mean, it might touch that topic, but mostly? I want to see a truly apologetic look in your eyes. I want you to REALLY BE SORRY. Sorry that you are alive, and you should be sorry to have met me, but instead, your sick twisted imagination gets you off on these power struggles.
You DO know that it says something about you that you want me to get on top of you and spit in your face. that you want to kiss the vinyl of cheap stilettos. that you crave to feel the violent caress of leather stems and the inability to control your own sexuality. you know that you are FUCKED UP? Yes you are. you are, and I like hurting you.. and what does that say about me? Watch Out. Beauty and Destruction kiss at my will, And i have your face under boot.
BTW you filthy COCK HUNGRY FAGGOTS - I dont want an oral slave, that is NOT my purpose for being on here, so dont ask. if i WANT THAT then I WILL MAKE YOU DO IT. But dont you fucking dare ask me.
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