It’s true, you do. This is why I have brought a crop, aroma, and ,of course, my dominant bitchiness to keep you in line, while you admire me in pure awe. You jerk, sniff, send...as many times as I see fit, while I look amazing in my formal gown, taking time for you before my charity gala…easily getting you fucked up and keeping you in that perfect sub space between love ,fear, and hate. Sniff, stupid. You’re my amusement before the party.