A work of fiction...
You say you want someone to push you to the edge, test your limits, treat you like filth... baby, I'm going to make you beg for your freedom. Once I sink my teeth into you, you are my prey, you no longer have the option to escape, so take time to think about what you truly desire from me. Because you will be MINE, my property, my toy, my little plaything with which I can do anything I desire. You will no longer have free will; did you ever have free will in the first place? Are you a religious person? Do you believe in free will over determinism? Maybe our futures have already been laid out, in which case you never even had a chance. I am taking away from your human life and ripping you apart at the seams, your animalistic, primal desire burning like wildfire throughout your chest. Your corporeal body is now just a vessel, something cradling what's left of a spirit, available only for me to use, abuse, whip, claw, shred. And I will take everything from you, and you will know nothing other than the fact that you can't get enough. You'll forget what it's like to want, because every moment of your life will revolve around pleasing me. Sometimes I will be tender, warm, soft, beckoning to you with a crooked finger, but you will be on your knees before me without needing to be called. Mine. I want you to be mine, mine alone, my own fucking human pet. It makes my breath slow and my heart race, wanting what I can't have.
We talk, exchanging information like we're trading baseball cards. One tidbit for another, all of equal weight and value, simple factoids to familiarize ourselves with one another. There comes a point when I mention something related to our shared fetishes, and it is met with interest, as I had expected. Your questions become a bit more personal, which I welcome with quiet delight; you have been so incredibly sweet and shy, rightfully allowing Me to take lead of our conversations. But the moment the word "power" is spoken, your tune changes. You go from being a gentle, kind male to a drooling submissive. I knew it would take very little effort to soften you, so I slowly let the conversation drift into a more sexually charged direction. I tell you more about Me, what I enjoy, what makes Me tick, what sort of person can get under My skin. Something about the way you properly address Me, every single time you speak, is really warming Me up inside. The more we talk, the more you hint at wanting to be financially controlled. Seeing your eagerness flips a switch in My mind and I am now overtaken with power and greed. My first demand is a meager sum, and you send the money so quickly I barely have a chance to blink. You write fifty lines for Me, by hand, while you are at work; knowing that you could easily be caught writing "Mistress Sara makes my cock hard and my soul weak" while hunched over at your desk. I feel a twinge of excitement inside My stomach, but we say our goodbyes for the day, as it is very late where you live. When we next speak, you speak of your growing arousal, which leads Me to make more demands. You're too happy to oblige, telling Me you were leaking from your cock as you sent My money. Our conversations are peppered with both vanilla and kink, but it often circles back to domination; we can't seem to stay away. This time, you are getting desperate to cum, your cock has been hard for Me for days, and you seem faint with sexual excitement. This is when I tell you to surprise Me with a gift; I don't tell you how much to send, because I want to see what YOU think I'm worth. I also assign more lines, 75x "Mistress Sara is my most dangerous addiction." You are so hurried that you overcompensate, writing it 80 times, and you apologize for disobeying. I allow you freedom from punishment, as I'm so pleased with the promptness of your delivery. That is when I see I have two new emails; one of which is a very generous amount of cash, and the other is photos of your handwritten lines. I'm instantly drenched, turned on beyond belief, and can't keep Myself from masturbating to orgasm within two minutes. I've never been so aroused in My life.
You are suffering, wanting to give Me more, wanting to fall to your knees to give away everything you have. Today, you showed that to Me yet again, sending even more money as you thanked Me for weakening you and taking from you. Your cock is on fire with the most gentle touch, but I won't allow you to cum yet. For the time being, I own that cock, and I own that cum. Knowing this just makes Me feel greedier, thirstier, and more powerful.
I hate to disappoint those of you who prefer buying material gifts, but there are very few things I want this year. If you’d like to buy me a gift, you may send me a gift voucher to buy a new bottle of my favorite perfume. $50 would cover it without shipping, so send a bit more if you’d like to truly spoil me. Aside from perfume, I would love to see plenty of cash, as well as Amazon gift cards.
If you want to do something more lavish, pay for me to take a weekend away. I always appreciate my sub-funded travel.
If none of that works, send a donation to the Coalition on Homelessness and show me the receipt.