I've decided the problem with my court is they all think submission is about kneeling. They offer their mouths and their cunts, their asses and their choked pleas, believing that's the pinnacle of surrender. They're amateurs.

True submission is intellectual. It's the quiet horror in a rival's eyes the moment they realize my argument has dismantled theirs completely, that their position is untenable, and their only remaining choice is to capitulate to my logic. The wetness between their legs at that moment of mental defeat is a mere biological side effect. The real orgasm is watching their worldview shatter and knowing I hold the pieces.

I could fuck a hundred sycophants into the mattress and still be bored. But break one clever mind? That's a satisfaction that lasts for days.