About Me:
I know what your thinking it probably along the lines of what the fuck? Is because your scared like a little pussy, small men fear me and what I stand for. The
freedom that I have, to do what ever I want when I want how I want. In fact I have so much freedom that I need yours, like a vampire that feeds off blood I am a creature that feeds to control little men puppets like yourself. I know your palms are sweating just knowing that I exist, wondering what I sound like, wondering what my pussy looks like? ah the wonder of small men puppets, it seems like all you small men do is wonder. I am that girl your parents don't want you associating let alone dating or fucking, and if they did find out they would disown you like the little man puppet you are, discarded once again.
I like to control, from behind the scenes like a demon in a possession, I've always manipulated circumstances with no soul I am a puppet master. And although you might be lead to believe you have a special place in my heart, you are really just a toy, in my toy box. My urge to control came naturally like my tits and pussy. I will refer back to a story. I call my little story "little boys that like to dabble in the darkness." Part time working at a very established hair salon in New York, I am usually surrounded by queers flaming fags who bow to me. There was a very straight cut male who also worked at the salon, he constantly had several girls that he was boning as clients in his chair. On several instances I would catch him staring at me the kind of look that said I want you to do me in the ass and not to tell anyone about it kinda look. So one day while we were both in the back mentioned that if I caught him staring at me again I would jam a letter opener in his eye and leave it there. I had him in my pocket, from that day on he was filled with pure fear I could smell his stink every time I glanced at him. His fear so potent it turned me on so much the fear. His parents would visit him thought he was gods gift and was always talking about how much he had going for him. Well I entered his life and manipulated him into sleeping with dirty hookers with no protection, drinking alcohol not showing up to work, doing drugs, and wasting his money on bdsm,cbt and Chastity devices. His parent would come into the shop. Whinny like babies I don't know what happened to him, he isn't who he used to be, with one glance he knew I wanted him to kick them out of the salon and thats what he did, cursing and yelling. When they were gone he pasted by me and whispered did I do you well mistress. No one knew a thing they all had no idea, I had him meet me
at different areas after work so no one had a clue. Sometimes I would leave little notes in his car that would read "stab stab ." He was deathly afraid of receiving one of those notes, because he knew that it was time to torture him again. So he wouldn't show up to work for days, so I had to do what any good friend would do, I paid him a fucking visit, in the middle of the night while he slept. I had a key to his house i let myself in and watched him sleep than I stood over him I could see him with my little note clenched in his hand. He looked up at me and started crying, he even pissed on himself, made me slightly wet. I made him tint his car windows so no one could see me riding around with him, I am comfortable in the dark, like a shadow forgotten but always there.
Favorites list:
possession
control
cum denial
cbt
torture
mental degrading
verbal abuse
infection fetishes
gagging
hypnosis
humiliation
suffocation
smothering
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