Or maybe, just maybe considering that I'm an absurdly good looking young Lady..I am way too used to males throwing themselves at me, daily, everywhere.
I've seen men beg, cry, whine, hurting themselves, trying to destroy themselves, offering me money, gifts, work promotions, houses throughout the years..and I'm referring to normal life outside BDSM..
In FINDOM ..these things happen so don't expect me even to blink at such ''dramas''
I am clearly not one to get impressed easily or believe a male by his WORD.
You want to be mine? Beg, crawl , become worse than a dog, waiting for each of my command, no matter how worse it is and get ready to fulfil it immediately.
Why? Cause I said so. Cause that please me. Cause you want me to believe you that all you want is Me.
That I am your life. Your everything. The reason you wake up each morning.
While to some that seems extreme. At least you may have a vision of what I want. Knowing that you're pushing yourself to extreme lenghts for me is exciting for me.
Knowing that you'll be willing to become nothing just to give me more satisfaction...
Is delicious. To the world you are someone but for me you are a toy, one that lives just for me.
YES.I did have under consideration or maybe owned (despite never saying the word) slaves for years and years.
Their suffering pleased me immensely.
The way they ached for me, seeing how consumed and hurt I made them, knowing how much they loved me( cause they did), knowing no woman ever will touch them like I did...
straight to the heart, straight to where it hurts the most and where all fantasies and sexual desires live, straight to their very essence.
Those males lived for Me entirely and I fulfilled my darkest sadistic fantasies using them.
And like you can imagine, The pleasure was all Mine.