-I´m sick and tired of this stupidity I want something real,I want a cruel sadistical truely superior Femme to worship someone in front of whom everybody does,starting with society and ending with other women that see her as their alpha ruler.That´s a woman in front of whom not only I would give my life and all that I own but I would leave myself cut and tortured like I dog that I am because in front of such an individual I am just that.I wanna feel it in my very essence as it is burning and making me go insane if I simply don´t submit.
-Come with me then.
-Everywhere,see my reflection in other people´s eyes and minds.See those alpha males that you see as Gods being trapped,see envy,hate,see people throw everything that they have just to get more from me,and by more I mean more attention.
T.was one of those males that was tortured by his incapacity of being better as a man,sexually,mentally,material even if he had more than the average but by also by this insane urge of bowing down in front of exquisite cruelty,sadism and female superiority.He was desperately crawing for it as a child but everywhere he looked he simply couldn´t see that icon woman that everybody desired.
All he saw were highschool queens,sensual married women,bossy-bratty girlies and slutty old women.But he wanted to see more.To him as to many others out there,sadism was a privilege for the intellectuals.
A privilege to extraordinary,artistical,intellectual superior people,especially to women.He crave for once to feel the toy or at least a small tool for the amusement of some woman like that.
Of course I followed my rule,the begining of each fun event starts with something social so,I took him to a party,his party,more exact his firm´s party.
Normally I wouldn´t expose myself to be seen near someone unworthy of my image.
Actually to be honest I was never a man´s fiancee,girlfriend,or accessorie.
I would always look at my best in a sensual-feminine way and I would always step first in a room leaving my males in the back.
It is possible not such a soft,gentle gesture for a lady.
But then again can a sadist be truely a lady?
At T´s party,I required and did the same.
I entered at the supposed ´´high´´ class party as mentioned alone in a long red dress walking straight ahead with T walking after me.
Oh the landscape was charming.Over cocky middle aged men with small dicks,unsatisfying sex lives but big bank accounts and some big bellies as well.
Yes substituting unsatisfying sex with foods never seemed like such a great idea for some.
I was in luck,the biggest``cock´´ of them happened to be slightly younger than the rest and with a better look as well,quite handsome I might add.
His gestures reflected tho some shiness possible a small frustration coming from something,wasn´t exactly sure what that tension that I sensed about was about so decided to inspect further.
A song appeared,one of my favourite,so I started to dance.
As normal mostly alone,but most did the same.
As dancing like in normal cases I felt everybody´s eyes on me.
So I soon stopped since that was enough.
I went at the bar to take a glass of Jack.
The cocky one as expected appeared near so I went straight at him.
As approaching him I had to touch gently his waist moving slowly on his back for him to turn,so as looking straight in his eyes I told him as approaching his ear on a sensual calm low tone voice:
´´If you tell me what is your sexual frustration and regret I shall tell you why I chose to approach you.
He was in shock,he looked at me like something hit him in the head but I kept looking straight in his eyes and then gave him a subtle smile
Well? Will you offer me the satisfaction of your answer?
-Why should I? he answered doubtful and nervous
-The question is why should you not,a beautiful woman at whom everbody´s staring right now is putting you an indiscrete question.Would you be smart enough to answer and see your possible benefit out of it?
The truth shall set you free,really free,and maybe so shall I
With a shivering voice like almost tormented he mentioned:
-I´m unworthy as a man,I can´t get an errection.
I don´t even think I desire that,I simply feel that I am not cut off to fuck women,it doesn´t make me excited,the thought of it.
Men fear me,they bow in front of me,women chase me like insane but I don´t want to be chased I want to be owned.That is a thought that makes me feel ´´free´´
-Oh honey you have no idea whom you´re talking to.
-Do I not? as looking hopeful in my eyes.
-I´m in the presence of a woman that not only is amazingly beautiful but that also entered the room alone.And it was a room full of men and not only that she has each of them by the balls but drinks alone smilling and ignoring that fact.
But now she is speaking to me.Why so?
Quite easy to understand the sadist in me adores your weakness he has made me being drawn to you like a magnet.I wanna consume your weakness,make you feel it in your every fiber and put you down for your own delight.
In other words I want you to become my shoe cleaner,I want to see your pretty face licking my shoes each time I prepare to go out and fuck someone else,I want to beat you and torture you while you sit down in your knees with your nice suit and fresh shaved face and then hear you moan and begging for more.
I desire to hear you moaning,begging and screaming for more and more torture for that to be your best and only reason to live.If you accept you are as we speak owned.
With big eyes,untamed desire and hopeful look he mentioned: I accept.
Here´s what I want you to do my dear and new toy.Tell your employee what are your expectation of me.Tell him what pleasure and delight of you to be owned,drained,used and abused by me you shall have and how your life is now mine.
Also tell him that his job from now on is to serve you materially and help you please me.He will be your bitch not mine.But he will work to please me through you.
Mentioned the real fact behind this as well.IF he refuses not only he will get himself fired but you will do everything in your power for him to never work in this field again.
As I was drinking my Jack and watching the room,the cockiness vanished,all the men were talking with themselves sometimes peeking at me.
T´s face was getting more and mored scared but I could feel his pulsation of excitement as beating harder than ever.His boss´s heart was filled with hope
And I was having a small mental orgasm which made the whiskey taste so much better
-Do you want another one miss? `` I was asked from the bar
-Oh no,I am completely satisfied right now,another whiskey couldn´t change that.