You submit to my whims while I make you my pet, my boy, my bitch, all apply when you enter my playhouse. I am sweet, but it’s always to garner the outcome I want. Of course, what I want is you at my feet begging me to use you for my amusement.
Lucky for you, I will.
Want to know a secret? I have a sadistic edge that hungers for a slave like you. Face it, you crave my superior dominance over you. You feel my superiority seeping into your veins already, and can’t wait for me to claim ownership of that cock you have there. Nothing I demand is too much. Your pleasure is secondary, a bi-product of the mental fuckery fun I’m bestowing on you.