And it HURTS like madness.
After hearing my female friend ''You can't possible wear that!''
I get dressed with this short school girl skirt, high knee socks and put on a pair of high heels shoes.
A white office shirt completed the look. I had to look elegant. I had an exam at the University!
''Are you out of your goddamn mind, you can't possible wear that!''
Truth be told I didn't actually study. I was partying too much during that time. Plus men were kind of occupying my mind during that time also.
I was teasing, flirting and playing with fire too much.
I go at my exam and everybody gives me THIS LOOK.
Which of course makes me laugh badlly.
It wasn't the first time on which I've decided to wear something ''strange''
One time I came at an exam wearing leather from head to toe.
This dominant teacher was giving an exam back then and he treated girls terrible so I appeared wearing just leather and simply put my boots on the desk and smiled looking at him.
What was he gonna do, expel me?
Oh, How Scary! I'm shaking!
I see him approaching me and giving me this look.. confused yet analysing me. I look at him like ''I know you can't do anything about it''
And I see him break out of character. He's kind, he's gentle, he's talking politely to me asking me how I am, like a kitten.
I have this sadistic pleased grin on my face while the whole class looks at me like WTF Did just happen?
I pass the exam with a straight A. No I didn't even study for it.
He provided the answers to me like ''Don't you think the answer is this one...'' Me''I suppose.'' While the whole class SEES this and can't freaking believe what's happening.
Dressing in Fetish alike clothes that can mentally Mindfuck men has always kind of been my thing.
Everybody is a pervert when doors close.
And those that deny it, are 100% victims to Me.
I don't like to make it Easier for men because I ENJOY seeing them break out of character, squirming, shaking and hating themselves and their Lust.
It's amusing for me. Despite how much they're suffering deep down.
Once you want me I can do whatever I want with you.
You become my toy, and WHO you are in society doesn't matter to me.
All I care about is to see you shaking and to push you on the floor on your knees where you belong. You become nothing once I have that power over you.
This scared people as SEEING things like this Live.
Because to them that MAN meant something.
His profession, his intelligence, his power.
But to me? He is nothing.
And I sure love to shock people daily showing them this.
''How do men even manage to stay sane if they're near you?''
-I'm pretty sure they're suffering daily.
Woman Sexuality has always been such a strong tool that no wonder most women feared their own power.
I've never did. I've always exploited it for my own benefit.
You know that moment when a male is near to explode, he's shaking, looking at you, filled with lust, insane, waiting for a sign that he can finally have you?
Almost thinking he won, it's just a few seconds keeping him apart from taking his prize?
And you look at him , trembling, faking a blush, looking deep into his eyes.
And say ''You'll never have me.''
That's ME. I'm that Woman.
Can you imagine How much they hate me?
They'd gladly rip the meat out of my bones if it stopped their agony.
But they can't. They need permission to touch me. To hurt me. To do anything to me really. Touching me without my permission feels like breaking something beautiful, terrible yet that keeps them alive.
So THEY BEG.
While I laugh. And slowly touch my warm thigh.
Then my red lips open and with a nervous voice I say ''I don't think so.''
So they beg more. They're nearly crying.
They're on the floor. Their hands on their face, In agony. Calling me The Devil.I look one more time at THAT MOMENT and leave.
I leave him all alone there. On his knees.
My head's filled with memories of men hating me yet wanting me like insane. Men that tried to destroy me just hoping, for a few seconds, for a moment in their life, I'd trip, I'd fall and they'd be right there, to catch me and have me. Like this savage beast that finally feeds on his prize.
But Beasts don't feed on other beasts. Silly boys !
With a Confident pervy smile and while looking so beautiful I always say ''What can you DO about it?''
It doesn't matter if he's a lawyer, a wealthy business man, my Boss, if he runs a freaking country, ''What can you do about it?''
They can't. It's that simple.
Some sick minds. will say. FORCE.
And I'll laugh. Men don't want me by Force. That's the whole idea.
They want to win. Their lust will never be fulfilled by Force.
IF that would ever be real, I'd have been fucking dead by now, considering what kind of men I've met that didn't give a fuck about someone's life or morality.
Plus what kind of a male would dare ruin someone as Beautiful as Me?
I exist cause a Beast like me must thrive.
No one does it like me. Because they're all scared.
Women fear men. I don't.
They fear me. And WANT ME.