The Bitch Domme

I am not here because I need to make money. I am here because of my recognition of part of my nature.

I do not respect men. Not in the least. There are very, very few men worthy of my respect. If you’re here drooling over me, then you’re not one of them. Not that I expect you to be worthwhile anyway.

I have no interest in the physical act of domination. I am perfectly happy to never touch you. Not with my hand, not by extension with a riding crop. I could care less about toys or BDSM paraphernalia. I have zero interest in your piddling idea of fetish or boring fantasy. What interests me is the rot between your ears. I have no doubt you have a mind. I’ve met many intelligent men and I like intelligent men.

This does not mean I respect you. This does mean I will not bother to hide my contempt. I will not censor myself in your presence, like your wife or secretary or daughter probably do. They hold you in contempt too but since you have some marginal power over them, they keep their mouths shut.

You have no power over me and I will not restrain myself. I’ll talk to you like a normal person and get to know you. I’ll be engaging and smile. You may even believe I like you.

There is one reason for this: so I can discover your flaws, laugh in your face and allow you to face the truth of your basic worthlessness as a puffy shadow of a man.

Ya Wanna Try, Boy?

I have not yet decided how much you should pay me for my service. Indeed, it is a service. I should be honored for providing a community service of honest therapy to men but since that’s unlikely to happen, cash will do nicely.

How much cash depends on my mood when you contact me.

You probably hope you approach me on a good day.

I have no interest in your offerings of BDSM toys/clothes or your idea of gifts. Even if I give you a detailed list, you’ll still get it wrong. You would not attempt to pay your therapist with so-called gifts.

Though you are not paying for my time. You are paying for ability to see into you, study your many flaws, point them out and hopefully remove your self-delusions about your worth as a man. I sincerely hope the women who must be in daily contact you appreciate my efforts at reformation of the hollow male ego.