I’m very good at reading the signals that other people send out subconsciously.
Every so often I’ll get a client that walks into my office, male or female, and I’ll recognize something that they aren’t even aware of.
A sense of loneliness, a loss of control, a cry for help.
The world can be a harsh and cruel place..
These particular people need someone to make the decisions for them.
They need to know that they are not alone, that they answer to someone at the end of the day.
Someone that knows, down to the penny, the monetary value of their lives.
The sex is just a mutually beneficial bonus, really…
I’ve recently acquired a new pet by the name of M.
He is, in a singular word, delicious.
M. doesn’t want his family to find out about me, but M. has dug himself into a hole that he can’t easily crawl out of.
While under hypnosis, M. had revealed some valuable personal information, including names and phone numbers, company information and the usual things that one wouldn’t want in the hands of another.
Now, imagine my surprise at finding out how turned on M. was, knowing that I can destroy his entire life with just a few phone calls.
I’m not a completely evil bitch, as long as he keeps me happy.
Money is not the issue, per se, just the knowledge that I own him is what gets me off.
Although money is a big part of it, it’s gonna take more than he’ll ever make in three lifetimes to get rid of me.
If he wants out, he’ll have to get REALLY creative.
I expect to hear from M. whenever I want. I want him to go into detail about his day, what he did and who he was with.
I want to know how his wife and her family are doing, not because I care but just to wiggle my way that much deeper into his life.
I want to know his hobbies, his troubles, his choices.
I want to know my property.
Because everything that he is, belongs to me now.