Grip firmly around the scrotum of life.

Before you briskly slide into my DMs, fantasies flaming, begging me to be your Dom, thinking about how I will have you eat me out until your jaw locks and you’re gasping for air, then pulled by your pubic hair, balls squeezed and shoved inside of me, and your face smacked for not moaning and affirming me exactly how I demand....take several seats.

If you are my sub, I own you!

You exist to serve me. You work to provide for me. You buy exactly what I want, when I want it. When I want to see you, you make it happen; no excuses, no delays. And then, when I am pleased, at my own whim, I use you for my own pleasure.

This is my world; I rule and I cum. You are just lucky to be in my presence. Comprendes?!