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If you had to put into words what it is about being degraded by a beautiful, superior woman that gives you such a rush, could you do it? Take your time with that one. I wasn't expecting much of a response from you to begin with. Why? Well, let's just say it has something to do with that worthless appendage between your legs. You have a tendency to let it do the thinking for you and that's bad. It's proof positive that your place is beneath me.
I don't want to mislead you into thinking that I am sorry to see you. That couldn't be further from the truth. In actuality I was in the market for a new handy-dandy-man-fob. You know, someone like you who pretends to be a man by day but serves as my personal footstool at night. That's about the most physical contact you could hope for with a woman like me and I think you know it too.
Don't worry, my sweet. I have a gentle touch. You won't even feel it when my voice slips into your ear and slowly begins to caress your thoughts. You want it just as badly as I do; to belong to me forever.
I very much like the idea of peeling you like an onion. You have many layers and I plan to strip down each one of them until I get to the innermost layer of compositional goop that passes for your psyche. You will be broken down and then rebuilt into something that passes for a usable male, though still worthless of course, and all the while you will sit up and beg for more.