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"Listen to that sound, boy. You'll dream of it tonight."

Oh, is that right?

So you want to be my slave, hmm?

Do you know who I am? Do you know what I do? Do you really understand what it means to be my slave? What I will will do to you, and what I’ll make you do? Because most “men” like you- weak, pathetic little worms, they simply cannot handle it. They break down and become totally useless, worthless, empty husks that aren’t worth my time and attention, so I discard them, leaving them permanently, completely destroyed.

Ahh, but still you wish to try, hmm? Yes, like most weak beta males, like a moth to a flame, you cannot help but be overwhelmed by my commanding presence and your desire to be owned, controlled and dominated by me.

She was predictably high maintenance. Looking elegant and haughty in leather, boots and fur.