Using My Slaves
Never let it be said that I don’t care what My slaves want because that is not true. For one thing, they wouldn’t belong to Me if they didn’t want to make Me happy, first and foremost, and all of their desires in their pathetic little lives come straight from that. For another, as a curious and powerful Mistress who is smarter than your average chick on the block, I truly enjoy knowing what My bitches want because it makes it more fun for Me to use them for My pleasure. Now, what I am sayin’ might seem a tad obvious, but I want to explain why I am bringin’ this up.
The other day, I decided to take a rare interest in what My bottom-of-the-barrel bitch-boy, dirtbag had to say about his most recent fantasies. I know, he seems to thrive on being treated as horrible as possible and that often takes the form of Me surprising him with how shockingly cruel I can be to him at random moments. Normally, that worm says jack-nothin’ to nobody as he waits for the inevitable crazed abuse to be leveled upon his worthless flesh, but I was thrilled to learn that his newest fantasy is to have Me kick his ass, and I mean totally beat him up, complete with big ol’ shiners, bruises, and welts. I laughed when I realized that his dream was to be My human punching bag and decided I was gonna set something up to make his dream come true in the most intense way he could have imagined.