I have a confession to make: I’m an addict.

Yes, it’s true. For years now, it has consumed me, overtaken my life, and become my entire world. I know you know the feeling.

Fortunately for the both of us, I have no intention of ever curing this addiction at all. And what is this powerful habit I’ll never quit?

I’m addicted to getting my own way and taking whatever I want. Addicted to being worshipped by weak and horny men who are desperate to submit and serve. Addicted to my own power.

And with every hit, it grows stronger.

My addiction is perpetua...

I have a confession to make: I’m an addict.

Yes, it’s true. For years now, it has consumed me, overtaken my life, and become my entire world. I know you know the feeling.

Fortunately for the both of us, I have no intention of ever curing this addiction at all. And what is this powerful habit I’ll never quit?

I’m addicted to getting my own way and taking whatever I want. Addicted to being worshipped by weak and horny men who are desperate to submit and serve. Addicted to my own power.

And with every hit, it grows stronger.

My addiction is perpetually fueled by all of my pets, slaves, toys, and betas who can’t help but give in to their own addiction to me and everything I represent. Around and around it goes. Even if you were to try and break the cycle, another hopelessly addicted boy steps right in line to feed me all over again.

You are never going to give up your addiction to me. So the logical solution is simple: I support yours, you support mine.