Tell me in a detailed way what you'd do to be under my psychological and bodily pressure, constantly asphyxiated by my force and presence, reminded that as long as I breathe you'll always be an addicted submiss1ve.
Oh, are you down on your knees, furiously jerking your dick to my boots? I didn’t realize. You had to pay to be here, to be ignored...it only makes sense. It’s the least you could do. I won’t notice you, not even when you pay.
