I want you to hurt. I want you to pay. I want you to cry. Your emotions are running wild as I effortlessly switch between merciless teasing with my perfect assets, and making you cry with my evil words. You're like putty in my hands... weak, malleable. The meaner I get, the faster you jerk. You're so pathetic, fetishizing mean, bratty women. You love the control, having a purpose to serve, always directed in what to do next. You need structure, you crave dominance and control. It makes your little clit throb doesn't it? I'll allow you to keep jerking, but I will warn you. It's going to hurt. Get used to it. This is your life now, loser.