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| I am Mistress T, you are nothing faggot! Keep this in mind from day one until I kick you to the curb; that is, if you are fortunate enough to be granted 'a day one.' You will lay before me, wide open and completely vulnerable underneath the sole of my boot, licking and sucking; at the mercy of my stiletto heel, probing. I do not play. I am not for the weak hearted. I enjoy humiliating you, using you and hurting you, mentally and physically. This is who I am. If you are reading this manifesto, I know who you are too: a sniveling poseur hiding behind a mask of white male normalcy, beset by twisted fantasies that constantly distract and wildly stimulate you. You cannot hide from yourself anymore so you need me to help the real you emerge. You know that you would nauseate and repel all of the people in your life if they only knew how perverted you are at the core of your soul. You are truly revolting -- and that delights me to no end.
I on the other hand, revel in supporting, cultivating and amplifying your sick desires. I will stimulate, tease and deny but only helping you understand that you actually need more pain and humiliation to feel at ease with yourself. Your world will be a buzzing confusion as you are reprogrammed so the pleasures of real men become boring and the painful tortures I inflict become the most exquisite pleasures. I want to help you transform yourself into an object of ridicule, less than human. You and I both know that you are not a man, you fake it daily. Real men work to develop muscular physiques while you crave a smooth hairless weak body. Being dressed in bra, panties and stockings, tottering in your high heels feels 'just right' to you. You would re-sculpt your body with real breasts and narrow corseted waist if you could get away with it, wouldn't you? LOL, LMAO! In the presence of real men you will be regarded as some sort of faggot and treated accordingly. I will snap collar and leash on you; you will heel, drink golden nectar from a dog bowl and make yourself fully available... I will accept, comfort and push you to the more extreme desires in the CM world. Feminized, you will be vulnerable putty in my hands; tottering in stilettos I can shove you to the ground with but a finger. I am an accomplished kick boxer; you do not want to fall to the ground....
Review my interests and imagine your fate in my hands. Be warned, you will fear me, but need me even more. You know I especially enjoy feminizing white boys, grooming them for pain and humiliation; it is payback time sweetie. If we continue to meet, be assured I will relentlessly push your limits such that in time, you will not recognize yourself. You will learn to embrace self-loathing, take pride in your shame and beg me to mistreat you. You know you need me to guide your journey.
Your simple mind needs to know that I would never allow any sexual activity with white scum like you. At each step of your self-exploration we guarantee safe sane and consensual. Just prepare to revise your notion of safe and sane as you develop more complex desires under my tutelage. Local and real time only. All replies will be deleted that do not have this in the subject line: please let me lick the soles of your boots Mistress T.
I mean what I say, say what I mean; we both know that I am mean enough to make your deepest desires come true. Or am I the embodiment of merciful kindness to fairies like you? TTFN pantywaists…
You may call Me Mistress T...tell me what the "T" stands for....
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