Depths of everything. Or of people. Why is that even interesting?
Why was I wearing a school girl outfit when I was 22 ? Who dresses like that at the University?
Why was I wearing no bra under my business coat and high heels as I was laughing in the face of my clients and sealing that deal that would bring my company more money that anyone else did?
Was I testing everybody's emotions, aiming to win something more out of every interaction?
I have been called trouble, the devil, and found to be very intimidating despite my hypersexualised look (office clothes fetish, anyone?)
I didn't mind being hypersexualised, afterall I was having all the control.
I wasn't aiming much to get attention neither, but people's reactions to me? Priceless.
All the males that hated me felt trapped. In a spell from which one can't escape.
And as I was watching their overy emotional reaction in silence I felt like a voyeur.
Look but don't touch. Enjoy but don't feel.
And in this strange sapiosexual sick fantasy, satisfaction existed.
Whatever you feel for me will be used against you. And there's nothing you can do about it.
Saying it ..could make anyone hard.
In sadism there is a form of closure. And depthness. And ecstasy. Shame. Guilt. Sin.
Saying what I really enjoy.. I'd rather not. I could say tho, that I enjoy you.
What part of you? Well.. that is for me to know only.
I make men feel weak. Not only submissive males. Anyone really.
Because I take out of them what I enjoy and satisfy my selfish urges using them without them sensing it until it's too late. They are tools for my satisfaction, and it's never the other way around.
I am never fair. I am far too selfish and coldhearted for that. I take and take.
My Sexuality wouldn't allow it to be another way. It demands pure satisfaction out of everything.
So therefore I shall be hated forever. And will have drooling men after me all my life,
Why you ask? Oh didn't you know all men are masochists ?
No? You'll learn.
Why was I wearing a school girl outfit when I was 22 ? Who dresses like that at the University?
Why was I wearing no bra under my business coat and high heels as I was laughing in the face of my clients and sealing that deal that would bring my company more money that anyone else did?
Was I testing everybody's emotions, aiming to win something more out of every interaction?
I have been called trouble, the devil, and found to be very intimidating despite my hypersexualised look (office clothes fetish, anyone?)
I didn't mind being hypersexualised, afterall I was having all the control.
I wasn't aiming much to get attention neither, but people's reactions to me? Priceless.
All the males that hated me felt trapped. In a spell from which one can't escape.
And as I was watching their overy emotional reaction in silence I felt like a voyeur.
Look but don't touch. Enjoy but don't feel.
And in this strange sapiosexual sick fantasy, satisfaction existed.
Whatever you feel for me will be used against you. And there's nothing you can do about it.
Saying it ..could make anyone hard.
In sadism there is a form of closure. And depthness. And ecstasy. Shame. Guilt. Sin.
Saying what I really enjoy.. I'd rather not. I could say tho, that I enjoy you.
What part of you? Well.. that is for me to know only.
I make men feel weak. Not only submissive males. Anyone really.
Because I take out of them what I enjoy and satisfy my selfish urges using them without them sensing it until it's too late. They are tools for my satisfaction, and it's never the other way around.
I am never fair. I am far too selfish and coldhearted for that. I take and take.
My Sexuality wouldn't allow it to be another way. It demands pure satisfaction out of everything.
So therefore I shall be hated forever. And will have drooling men after me all my life,
Why you ask? Oh didn't you know all men are masochists ?
No? You'll learn.