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I am a dominant, intellectual woman. You are an inferior servile cuckold male.

If you disrespect me by getting an erection while in my presence or even while chatting with me online, I am going to hunt you down, put your weak cock in a metal cage, and it will never come out.

Oh, and in case you were wondering: You will never have me. (I am giggling right now as I type this, imagining the look of dumb disappointment on your face). You will never put your dick inside me, or taste my pussy, or caress my breasts, or kiss my lips. The only part of me that will touch you is the heel of my boot.

And even that, the thought of a male body lying at my feet, penis erect, disgusts me. I would neuter you all, if I could, but I suppose I'll have to make do with keeping as many of you in chastity as possible.

I am going to take control of your dick, and thus of your dumb male brain. If I allow you to serve me, it will be an experience that you'll never forget.

And before you get your little bitch ass panties in a bunch about my findom kink, you should know that for me, financial domination is just the start. Your money pleases me, but it's not enough. I crave ownership of your entire being: that means chastity -- no more orgasms for you, sissy boy! -- humiliation, and total devotion to me, your Queen.

You are going to pay, in every sense of the word, for me to own, hurt, degrade, and emasculate you. And that is the best offer a beta boy like you is ever going to get.