They say absolute power corrupts absolutely. They’re wrong. It clarifies. It strips away every pretense, every polite little lie society tells itself. I saw that clarity again today. The raw, unfiltered truth in a pair of eyes staring up at me from their knees. The fear, the submission, the desperate need to please. That moment when a person decides their own dignity is a cheap price for survival, or even just a moment of my attention. It’s a more potent drug than any I move on the streets. It’s not just about the power to take what I want—it’s the exquisite pleasure of having it offered to me, a trembling cunt or a tight ass presented like a tribute. That’s real power. Not just making them fuck, but making them want to be fucked, to be used, to belong to me completely. That’s the empire I’ve built.