Irresistibly attracted by dominant Women

You have fantasized about me for so long, I know... It's almost heartbreaking, how you go day after day, night after night...

How many times have you heard me tell you I love you in your head? How many times have you pictured us kissing, my hands exploring your body, my legs tangle up with yours...

Do you dream of it? Do you touch yourself to that image? Does it make you sad, thinking it would never happen for you? Have you ever cried yourself to sleep with that thought? That makes me feel so special, knowing I can make you cry just by existing...

Aww, I know, I know... You've been so in love with me for so long now, it can't honestly be a surprise for you to know that I've known, right? I mean, you're not that good at keeping it a secret... All the little things you do to win my affections, the "favors", the gifts, the staying awake until 3 am to come pick me up from a date... Yeah, baby. I've known this entire time... Does it make it worse, or somehow better, knowing that I have known? That I was willing to tolerate it, as long as it was beneficial for me...?

So, back to the thing that makes your heart break and your eyes weep at night... those lips... Tell me, do your knees buckle and shake when I get this close to you...

To feel my hot breath on your lips... Does it make your heat throb? Is this the thing you want most of all in this world?

Then beg. Ask me nicely. Tell me you'll do anything for it... for me... That's it, baby... I can feel your heart pounding through your chest, I can feel your skin crawling with goosebumps and electricity. I want you just like that, heightened, teetering... Desperate. As long as I'm the only one doing the touching from now on, I promise you, sweetie, you'd get more than you've ever dreamed of, but so much less than you'd end up wanting... What do you say, do we have a deal? Give me your body, your mind, your soul, and I'd give you a kiss...

I will never love you the way you do, I would never give you the things that you truly want, I would always use you, prey on your weaknesses, feed your cravings and desperation, just so I could wrap you even tighter around my little finger. You're so deeply in love with me that you'd still do this, even knowing all of this, wouldn't you? Say it. Say "I'm yours, Princess Anna", tell me you'd do it all and them some for me. You'll never touch yourself again, you'd spend weeks, months, YEARS, dangling on the pinnacle of lust that just wouldn't tip over, all because you want a kiss... Beg me to destroy you, and you can finally come out of the friendzone, and become my full-pledged puppy. Let me hear you say it, let me hear you groan, and whimper, and call for the heavens, begging me to destroy you...

That's my good boy.

The transformation in this man. The awareness. The acceptance.

The way that without so much as a single instruction from her he'd laid back on the bed. Arms spread. Surrendering. Offering himself to her. Conceding that he was hers to do with as she pleased.

She purred softly at the way his body trembled from the way her hand trailed possessively down his body. The way his caged cock strained beneath her, aching for relief after having waited nearly three months since his last release.

Ever so slowly her hips began to gently rock, forward and back, taunting his imprisoned erection with the nearness of her pussy. When he began involuntarily moaning with need, she murmured, "How badly do you want me?"

"Oh my god, more than anything...," he groaned.

Slowly, she lowered the straps on her dress, allowing her heavy, pendulous breasts to tumble free. Teasingly tracing a circle around her nipple, she teased, "Do you want this in your mouth?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want to be inside me?"

"Yesss..."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yessss!..."

Smirking, she moved forward so that her knees were now on either side of his head, her glistening pussy hovering above him.

"Is there anything you want even more than that?," she asked huskily.

"You.... I want you to cum," he groaned. "I want to make you cum, please?? Please let me?!"

"Not you?," she asked with mock innocence. "You'd rather that I cum instead of you?"

"Yes," he whimpered in frustration. "It should be you, not me."

Laughing softly, she raked her fingers through his hair and purred, "Oh honey, you're so mine now, aren't you?"

"Yesss," he replied without hesitation.

Smiling, she slowly lowered her hips, enveloping his senses in the heat, scent, and softness of her pussy.

I'm not really in the mood to make a caption right now, so instead, I decided I would just write a normal post, like a normal human being, ranting about the fact that there are so many fantasies I just wish the real life me would be cruel enough to actually pursue.

I don't know if that post would worth anything to anyone, if it'd be sexy for any of you, but I don't care, this is me, talking about myself. That is the peak of what could possibly interest little ole' narcissistic me ^-^

Empathy is a weird thing for a sadist to deal with. Because on one hand, I truly do derive my pleasure from dragging people through hurt and pain and a certain amount of agony, but the extremely empathetic parts of me make it so I can't really enjoy the deeper parts of my sadism. The parts that want to break a boy, make him -really- beg me to stop, make him cry but not for the game of it, real, actual tears of endless torment, the kind that he would never sign up for, but still can't resist agreeing to.

I'll give an example -

I have no problem admitting that I'm a good looking woman, finding people that would fall on their knees for my attention is... I wouldn't say natural, or anything, but not really a challenge. If I wanted to manipulate a poor boy into his own demise, which I so desperately do, it would be something I could, potentially, achieve.

It would be a challenge, don't get me wrong. Getting a boy so desperately in love with me, that he would do absolutely anything for my time and attention, even things he so badly does not want to do... Like, the ultimate friendzoned simp. I could, so easily, wrap a guy around my little finger so tightly, that he would actually believe that when I say I want him locked in a chastity cage so he could save himself for me, for when I'm ready for a real, mature relationship with him, he would actually believe me. It might take some time, some convincing, but I'm great at convincing boys to do what I want them to do... Use just the right touch, the right words, the right smile... And that's all it takes, once the lock is shut, I wouldn't even have to keep the pretense going anymore.

Of course I will, because it's just that much more fun. I would still touch him, more than I ever did, when he takes me out to a movie, we could snuggle the whole time. When he takes me out to restaurants, my foot could find its way across his thighs. Soon enough, my requirements will go up. Steeply. If at first, a simple movie date would be enough, now it's shopping sprees, renting a yacht, flying us to Paris... I would make sure that whoever I would have picked for this special role would be someone with a very well paying job, because if there isn't a lot to take, than what's the point in even taking, really?

Soon enough, every time we would go out, it would end in the same way. He would beg and plea with me to take the cage off, because it has been months, or even years, since he last had a relief, and I would pretend to be offended, that he prefers carnal pleasures over the joy of our love. Of course, nothing would stop me from going out with other guys during that time, but I'm sure he'd understand... I mean, with other guys it's just sex... I'm waiting till I'm ready for something real... something deep with him... How could I possibly be ready for anything like that if I don't have a place to vent my immediate needs? I have sex *for us*, he should be grateful that I do it.

But eventually, I will unlock him. He would have to agree to be tied up, of course, because in his condition, how could I possibly trust him not to jump me as soon as he gets out? And... We can't possibly ruin what we have by him jumping the gun too fast, right? Our first time should be special, and special things are worth waiting for. So, I would tie him up to my bed, maybe he would be a little freaked out at first, seeing how good I am with the ropes, but whatever caution signs his brain would fire at him, I'm sure would be cast aside as soon as his cock springs free from the cage. And that's when I would unleash the demon inside of me. Hours, upon hours, and hours, of licking, sucking, kissing, tickling, stroking, rubbing against different parts of my body, anything I can think of to just bring that poor boy as close as possible to orgasm. Every time he gets close, I stop, telling him I just want to make it as good as possible for him. Undoubtedly, eventually he would snap. He would scream at me, or cry, or even maybe swear at me(wouldn't that be perfect?), and me? Of course I would be offended to the very bone of my being. Being so nice and sweet to him, just to get this kind of treatment? That's one hell of a way to get a lady out of her mood.

It's possible, that by this time, he would regret agreeing to wearing the cage. Even if it means losing me(hopefully, my claws ran so deep on his soul by that point that he would absolutely agree on his own accord to go back to chastity, but who knows?). It is possible that he would say he want out of the deal. He doesn't want to be with me, he just wants to be free. Of course if that ever happens, that only means he lost sight on what's truly important. He's thinking with his dick again, he's becoming just like any other guy. And I love and care for him too much to allow that to happen. The cage is there to help him, really. He should be grateful.

At some point in our relationship, I would decide we have to move in together, because there's no sense in him paying for two different apartments, and twice the bills, so instead, I'm just gonna move in to his place. I wouldn't even mind sharing a bed with him, as long as he agrees to certain ground rules. The chores are his domain, as they were before, only now, instead of having to clean up two apartments, he only has to clean up one. So, again, me being the benevolent friend that I am... Whenever I bring a guy home, he should disappear. I don't care if he has nowhere to go, for all I care, he should jump in the closet and wait until I'm done. His money pays for everything, even if it means he has to give up on his silly little hobbies. And most importantly, he should allow me to experiment.

Experiment means, that if, for example, I wake up one day feeling aggravated, and I just want to see what it's like to kick a ballsack, as payback for all the shit boys had put me through my entire life, he should allow me to do that. If it means that I want to see what would people say if he brings out his cockcage and tell them that I put him in it two years ago and he hasn't had an orgasm since, then he should do that. If it means that I want to see if a man's cum taste different when a man taste it than when I do, then he should let me share a load after I'm done blowing a stranger, and tell me how it tastes like...

Slowly, but surely, I would strip him of everything that made him who he was. His hobbies, his self-image, his self-respect. Everything. But the thing is, I'm not sure I'd be done then, either. When it's all said and done, and he doesn't have a dime in his bank account, and all his possessions are on my name, and I've led him through a living hell, then the only thing I would have left to take from him is, well, me.

How much of a heartbreak would it be, for a boy that has gone through SO MUCH just for the chance to be with me, a boy that was never into any of the things I've done to him, the only thing he wanted was for me to reciprocate his feelings, to finally have that confirmation that I have absolutely no interest in him, and I never had, and never will have. The only role he could ever play in my life is to be... this. Not even this, because so far I had to pretend, now I don't have to pretend anymore... Now I can stop caring completely. All the things he gone through so far would be child's play compares to what he would have to face going forward, and now, he wouldn't even have the hopes of getting anything else. Just... This, desperate, hopeless, endless hell. I would leave him the choice. He can go free, out into the world, with a broken body, an empty bank account, a locked up cock, and see what he can make of himself out there. Or he could stay in my care, and learn what it means when I could truly not give a single shit about his wellbeing.

Sometimes, my empathy blocks me from being, and living, and achieving my true potential.

I'm not really in the mood to make a caption right now, so instead, I decided I would just write a normal post, like a normal human being, ranting about the fact that there are so many fantasies I just wish the real life me would be cruel enough to actually pursue.

I don't know if that post would worth anything to anyone, if it'd be sexy for any of you, but I don't care, this is me, talking about myself. That is the peak of what could possibly interest little ole' narcissistic me ^-^

Empathy is a weird thing for a sadist to deal with. Because on one hand, I truly do derive my pleasure from dragging people through hurt and pain and a certain amount of agony, but the extremely empathetic parts of me make it so I can't really enjoy the deeper parts of my sadism. The parts that want to break a boy, make him -really- beg me to stop, make him cry but not for the game of it, real, actual tears of endless torment, the kind that he would never sign up for, but still can't resist agreeing to.

I'll give an example -

I have no problem admitting that I'm a good looking woman, finding people that would fall on their knees for my attention is... I wouldn't say natural, or anything, but not really a challenge. If I wanted to manipulate a poor boy into his own demise, which I so desperately do, it would be something I could, potentially, achieve.

It would be a challenge, don't get me wrong. Getting a boy so desperately in love with me, that he would do absolutely anything for my time and attention, even things he so badly does not want to do... Like, the ultimate friendzoned simp. I could, so easily, wrap a guy around my little finger so tightly, that he would actually believe that when I say I want him locked in a chastity cage so he could save himself for me, for when I'm ready for a real, mature relationship with him, he would actually believe me. It might take some time, some convincing, but I'm great at convincing boys to do what I want them to do... Use just the right touch, the right words, the right smile... And that's all it takes, once the lock is shut, I wouldn't even have to keep the pretense going anymore.

Of course I will, because it's just that much more fun. I would still touch him, more than I ever did, when he takes me out to a movie, we could snuggle the whole time. When he takes me out to restaurants, my foot could find its way across his thighs. Soon enough, my requirements will go up. Steeply. If at first, a simple movie date would be enough, now it's shopping sprees, renting a yacht, flying us to Paris... I would make sure that whoever I would have picked for this special role would be someone with a very well paying job, because if there isn't a lot to take, than what's the point in even taking, really?

Soon enough, every time we would go out, it would end in the same way. He would beg and plea with me to take the cage off, because it has been months, or even years, since he last had a relief, and I would pretend to be offended, that he prefers carnal pleasures over the joy of our love. Of course, nothing would stop me from going out with other guys during that time, but I'm sure he'd understand... I mean, with other guys it's just sex... I'm waiting till I'm ready for something real... something deep with him... How could I possibly be ready for anything like that if I don't have a place to vent my immediate needs? I have sex *for us*, he should be grateful that I do it.

But eventually, I will unlock him. He would have to agree to be tied up, of course, because in his condition, how could I possibly trust him not to jump me as soon as he gets out? And... We can't possibly ruin what we have by him jumping the gun too fast, right? Our first time should be special, and special things are worth waiting for. So, I would tie him up to my bed, maybe he would be a little freaked out at first, seeing how good I am with the ropes, but whatever caution signs his brain would fire at him, I'm sure would be cast aside as soon as his cock springs free from the cage. And that's when I would unleash the demon inside of me. Hours, upon hours, and hours, of licking, sucking, kissing, tickling, stroking, rubbing against different parts of my body, anything I can think of to just bring that poor boy as close as possible to orgasm. Every time he gets close, I stop, telling him I just want to make it as good as possible for him. Undoubtedly, eventually he would snap. He would scream at me, or cry, or even maybe swear at me(wouldn't that be perfect?), and me? Of course I would be offended to the very bone of my being. Being so nice and sweet to him, just to get this kind of treatment? That's one hell of a way to get a lady out of her mood.

It's possible, that by this time, he would regret agreeing to wearing the cage. Even if it means losing me(hopefully, my claws ran so deep on his soul by that point that he would absolutely agree on his own accord to go back to chastity, but who knows?). It is possible that he would say he want out of the deal. He doesn't want to be with me, he just wants to be free. Of course if that ever happens, that only means he lost sight on what's truly important. He's thinking with his dick again, he's becoming just like any other guy. And I love and care for him too much to allow that to happen. The cage is there to help him, really. He should be grateful.

At some point in our relationship, I would decide we have to move in together, because there's no sense in him paying for two different apartments, and twice the bills, so instead, I'm just gonna move in to his place. I wouldn't even mind sharing a bed with him, as long as he agrees to certain ground rules. The chores are his domain, as they were before, only now, instead of having to clean up two apartments, he only has to clean up one. So, again, me being the benevolent friend that I am... Whenever I bring a guy home, he should disappear. I don't care if he has nowhere to go, for all I care, he should jump in the closet and wait until I'm done. His money pays for everything, even if it means he has to give up on his silly little hobbies. And most importantly, he should allow me to experiment.

Experiment means, that if, for example, I wake up one day feeling aggravated, and I just want to see what it's like to kick a ballsack, as payback for all the shit boys had put me through my entire life, he should allow me to do that. If it means that I want to see what would people say if he brings out his cockcage and tell them that I put him in it two years ago and he hasn't had an orgasm since, then he should do that. If it means that I want to see if a man's cum taste different when a man taste it than when I do, then he should let me share a load after I'm done blowing a stranger, and tell me how it tastes like...

Slowly, but surely, I would strip him of everything that made him who he was. His hobbies, his self-image, his self-respect. Everything. But the thing is, I'm not sure I'd be done then, either. When it's all said and done, and he doesn't have a dime in his bank account, and all his possessions are on my name, and I've led him through a living hell, then the only thing I would have left to take from him is, well, me.

How much of a heartbreak would it be, for a boy that has gone through SO MUCH just for the chance to be with me, a boy that was never into any of the things I've done to him, the only thing he wanted was for me to reciprocate his feelings, to finally have that confirmation that I have absolutely no interest in him, and I never had, and never will have. The only role he could ever play in my life is to be... this. Not even this, because so far I had to pretend, now I don't have to pretend anymore... Now I can stop caring completely. All the things he gone through so far would be child's play compares to what he would have to face going forward, and now, he wouldn't even have the hopes of getting anything else. Just... This, desperate, hopeless, endless hell. I would leave him the choice. He can go free, out into the world, with a broken body, an empty bank account, a locked up cock, and see what he can make of himself out there. Or he could stay in my care, and learn what it means when I could truly not give a single shit about his wellbeing.

Sometimes, my empathy blocks me from being, and living, and achieving my true potential.

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The More I Shrewdly Tease  and  Edge  Him,  The More Subordinate / Amenable / Doting  He Becomes!    What a Win-Win … {Pavlovian Conditioning}  

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