Chapter Three
Controlling the women I love…loving them because I have the power to control them—“Oh! How I live for this! I weave a spell, intoxicate their brains and have them licking the palm of my hand, sucking ass, taking my c**k deep inside their bodies because it has become a pleasure for them to do so; because pleasing me is all that matters. I dress them, feed them, manage every corner of their lives only to feel their eroticism spark in me, at the very core of my dominant being. I did this with Jane, poor plain Jane; she was restless for reasons she could not fathom, for reasons I understood with no effort. I dressed her in a corset, pulling tight the laces like tugging the reins of a horse. She reared back at first.
“Sir, I cannot breathe!”
“Oh, but you can speak!” I came back
