Last night one of my slaves asked me how it was that I became a Mistress. That made me do some contemplating and I figured I would answer the question for all that want to know here.
A few years ago I just simply came to the conclusion that “most” men are beneath me. You guys are blessed with testosterone and a cock and “should” be able to satisfy a woman in every way. Not just sexually, but spiritually, mentally and emotionally. However very few of you even come close. Women were put on Earth to be mans “helper” and men are supposed to be our protectors and providers.
Most of you cannot even protect or provide for yourselves. You spend most of you lives being helped and catered to by various women. If it wasn’t for us you would be lost. Why in the world would I need someone like that to guide me through life?
Now don’t get me wrong. Occassionally I run in to a “real” man. There are good ones out there. The complete package is very rare though. To find a man that can satisfy me in every way, very rare. If they have an awesome cock and confidance to make me even actually want to fuck them then I find out they don’t even know how to manage their own checking account. Or if I find out they know how to manage all of their personal lives and are not sniveling bitches waiting on a woman like me to guide them….then they have a 3 inch cock, or have 8 inches and don’t have a fucking clue how to use it.
Dicks are over-rated anyways. I have much better orgasms from someone giving my ass and pussy a tongue bath and worshipping service. Besides nothing gets my pussy jucier than to look down at a bitchboy slave in complete submission waiting to serve me in every and any way.
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