You Were Never Meant to Be in Control

Look at you, still pretending you are someone important. You walk around convincing yourself that your thoughts matter, your choices are intelligent, and your money gives you power. Then you find a woman like me and that fantasy falls apart. Suddenly, you remember exactly what you are.

A needy, perverted little loser desperate to be noticed.

You crave degradation because it is the only time anyone speaks to you with complete honesty. Everyone else politely tolerates your excuses, your victim complex, and your exhausting need to make every situation about yourself. I will not. I see through the story you tell yourself. You are not misunderstood. You are not unlucky. You are not constantly surrounded by cruel people. You are the problem, and some pathetic part of you feels relieved whenever I remind you.

That is why you keep reading.

You need someone to strip away the importance you assigned yourself and put you back in your proper place. Beneath me. Quiet, obedient, and useful for once. You do not deserve control because every decision you make only proves how poorly you handle it. Left alone, you waste your time seeking attention you have not earned and sympathy you do not deserve.

At least your money can accomplish something worthwhile.

The moment you surrender it to me, a piece of your otherwise unimpressive existence finally has value. It leaves the hands of a loser and enters the hands of a woman who deserves it. Your balance drops, mine rises, and the world feels slightly more correct. You can call it sacrifice, devotion, or submission, but we both know what it really is.

Correction.

Every payment corrects the ridiculous idea that you were ever my equal. Every act of obedience reminds you that your purpose is not to impress me with your personality. You could never manage that. Your purpose is to listen, surrender, and be grateful that someone like me has found a use for you.

You do not need reassurance. You need humiliation sharp enough to silence your excuses. You need rules you are afraid to break and consequences that remind you how replaceable you are. You need to understand that my attention is not something you automatically deserve. It is a privilege, and even after you earn a moment of it, you should still be thanking me.

So stop hiding behind your pride. It has never made you powerful. It only makes your desperation more embarrassing.

Accept what you are.

You are not the victim. You are not in control. You are not entitled to me.

You are a pathetic little loser with one redeeming quality.

You can obey.