''You don't realize how beautiful you are? You could pick anyone, anyone! Never work a day in your life, travel the world. You decide! You're that beautiful. You have it all. The symetrical face, the long hair, the beautiful youthful body and those eyes, those amazing beautiful eyes!
Every man would love to have you. Because we're like animals you see, we pick women by symetrical features. What do you do in life? How does a woman like you even sit near a man? Even ants want to fuck you, we all do, without no exception. ''
Vanilla world, BDSM world.. repeat.
I could have told him everything.
My history? Of a Bad girl, dominatrix, of a seductress, of a woman that uses men ever since she can remember.
Of that ruthless business woman that loves to hide in feminine clothes.
I could have said everything but all I said.. was ''I know my power. ''
Because truth be told, I always did.
I was never blind to the world that we live in, never.
As a child people would picture me in television. A hollywood actrice.
''She's so beautiful. She'll have a great life!''
The gypsie on the street that frightened me predicted similar things.
The only difference? She also mentioned that I will ''make many men suffer''
Years later. I was the one smilling. She was right. Cruelty for me was like this well fitted glove.
It matched. It made sense. If I can have the world, then I better take advantage of it.
And I did, terrible. Money, travels, gifts, everything mine.
I wasn't cruel because I was beautiful but being beautiful helped me to be cruel.
It's my gift so I love using it.
I started modelling young. I must of been 19 when this known photographer looked at me like I was dessert.
He said the same thing, as many men after him mentioned, that I'm proportional, symetrical, simply beautiful, perfect. A living doll.
I knew in 1 second that he's a pervert. So I used it against him
Being confident and leaning on the couch I was enjoying teasing him with the view.
He couldn;t touch me and he knew it. It killed him.
So despite me getting that photoshoot for free, I witness him turning in an obsessing slave, following me in clubs, making pictures of me from far away, becoming like this paparazzi.
He would try to photograph anything, my legs, arms, face, hair, it didn't matter to him anymore.
He just had to feel me closer.
I noticed him turn from this wannabe alpha male into a horny obsessive slave.
He couldn't breathe if I was in the same room, he had to come closer, despite me insulting and laughing at him each time. In time he got used to it.
Years passed. More victims. Some in television also.
Men trying to put at my feet, a world for me to enjoy. Fame, there for me to have it.
I laughed. I didn't need fame. I was fame. A woman like me doesn't have to do anything to have everything, and they knew it. Just being there, just showing myself, it's enough.
It's strange to have a power you've never asked for.
I often said my life resembles a thriller and I'm the villain.
There's no normality in it. There are no alphas/dominant men.
I'm the boss there always. I don't believe in dominant men , they've never been that way with me.
I've seen strong men turning submissive for so many times that I believe the vanilla world/normal world doesn't exist, not for me at least. It's always BDSM. And I'm the princess/ queen / spoiled cruel bitch there.
I don't know another normality.
This is my life and I have nothing to hide.