Pump that adrenaline

As much as I like to keep it silly and light hearted, I cant help but love the adrenaline I get out of bullying someone

I love calling someone a little loser, a little rat, a good for nothing credit card and there's just something about the knowledge of a guy hunched over, sweating, dripping, hands shaking whilst he's buying me presents and clothes that he might get a glimpse of me wearing it, or a voice note giggling at his desperation.

I love shoes, but by itself? Nah, I want the shoes to step on the back of your head and that is the way it should be. I might be small, but I've always said, the best things cum in small packages.

And if he's really really good, and opens the only big thing about him, his filthy wallet? I might even say good boy.