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| I want to make one thing clear right now. I'm not here to make friends. I am here to control you. Should you become involved with me, the choices you make will no longer only be yours. Your will is mine.
Now that's out of the way, a bit about myself. I am a Dom. Twenty-one years of age; five-foot, eleven inches; short, dark-brown hair; blue eyes. I tolerate very little from those I find undeserving of what they have. Everywhere I look, I see sheep just begging to be lined up and slaughtered. Weak-willed, weak-minded individuals. I see so few people who are truly deserving of such a classification. It seems so unfair that we should have to suffer being in the company of the worms who do not know their places.
To any reading this who know their places and willingly submit, I will not thank you. I will, however, offer my approval to a degree. It is good that you know where you stand.
To the Masters and Mistresses out there, I give you my gratitude and make a simple request. I am not showing weakness, or asking for help. I am simply admitting that I know there are people out there who are better than myself at what I do. If you have any advice to offer, please do so.
To the rest of you: I command respect. I can take an innocent person and twist her into someone who craves to do things that she would once have hated herself for doing. A submissive in my presence is more like a good pet - completely loyal, and desperate to gain my trust and earn my approval.
If you are a sub or potential slave, do not waste my time. Contact me only if you want to be put in your place.
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