Your true purpose
Every day you wake up, drink your coffee, doomscroll through social media, and check your email. Still searching for purpose. You go to your job -complain, eat your pathetic lunch, and answer more worthless emails. Attend endless meetings that could have been an email—still no true purpose. Your boss is an asshole; their boss is an asshole, and so are many worthless assholes in a single rocket ship to the top of your company. For some unexplainable reason, they still move along in the same direction. Your brain ponders why and has a strange sense.
In one of your 1-1 you finally explain everything. He/She/They chuckle and throw their head back at your naivety. He/She/They wonder how you even got this far without understanding the secret. He/She/They place a hand on your shoulder like a kind of friend and explain that their secret, like many before them, was realizing their place.
**Their TRUE place.
It was serving a goddess, a financial dominatrix.
Through submission, purpose is found.
Every part of their lives is devoted to their goddess.**
Serving her by paying tribute allowed for training on how to survive and thrive, ultimately balancing their life.
She reminded them of their natural place in the hierarchy of life, which is below her feet and providing tributes.
Trepidation was obvious, but it was clearing override by curiosity and excitement. The meeting ends, and your boss gives you a mischievous smile as you walk out the door. You go back to your desk and think harder about what you just heard. As you think about it even more and this new life, you get turned on. A tad bit that it’s happening at work, but coffee isn’t needed to finish the workday anymore. It’s like a new type of release in life, and you must have it.
Your workday has ended, and you take note of how miserable some of your coworkers are and how others look excited. Your boss falls into the excited one. While on the way you tap he/she/they on the shoulder and ask for the information on their goddesses. They provide you with my contact information but, with a stern warning, say, “Don’t waste her time! You pay for her attention; pay for her lifestyle and worship her regularly.” This is something you have never seen from your boss. They have negotiated multimillion-dollar deals, dealt with tough clients, and taken out two upper-level bosses without showing a single sign of emotion. Now, this is a clear protection stance. They were providing you access to the most treasured person, the guiding light in this dark world. You thank them and walk to your car. The whole way home, the sexual tension is building. It’s Friday, and remember, it’s payday. So, completing tributes should be easy to satisfy. By the time you get home, you can’t wait and hurriedly open your door. Sit down on your couch and send your first message. Grinning like a child on Christmas morning, you wait to hear from her.
*5mins, no reply;
1 hrs, no reply;
2 hrs, no reply.*
The anticipation is building, but wondering why there’s no reply? Then realize the message you bosses warning. It clicks. You didn’t pay for her attention!! You go back to her links and pay the tribute. Take a screenshot and send it to her. With an apology for initially wasting her time and not being respectful. She sends you a message….Finally, you can release because she commanded you to.