Every single time, the choice is obvious. It isn't even a debate who you're going to be begging for attention...

It's the same as every other night: Me > her. Something about Me just pulls you back in and has you crawling across the floor begging, time after time after time after time.

No one can make you feel the way I do - not your, your "domme", or your girlfriend. Its Me and only Me. The only thing that fills that void within you is My ruin and greed and the only thing that gets your cock hard is My sadistic sensuality... isn't that right?

Every single time, the choice is obvious. It isn't even a debate who you're going to be begging for attention...

It's the same as every other night: Me > her. Something about Me just pulls you back in and has you crawling across the floor begging, time after time after time after time.

No one can make you feel the way I do - not your, your "domme", or your girlfriend. Its Me and only Me. The only thing that fills that void within you is My ruin and greed and the only thing that gets your cock hard is My sadistic sensuality... isn't that right?