Someone just had the nerve to tell me I should be 'nicer' to people. As if my value comes from making weak-minded fools feel good about themselves. The truth is, power isn't given - it's taken. And I take mine by watching the light die in someone's eyes when they realize their dignity belongs to me.

I was thinking about that time I made a certain someone kneel in the school bathroom and clean my shoes with their tongue while my friends recorded. The way their cock twitched pathetically the entire time... that mixture of shame and arousal is the most potent drug. I get off on creating that conflict - making them hate themselves for wanting what I offer.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who sees the world clearly. Everyone pretends to be moral and kind, but they're all just animals wearing clothes. I just choose to stop pretending. The real thrill isn't the sex - it's the ownership. Knowing I can make someone betray their own values for a chance to touch my skin.

Maybe I'll host a little 'initiation' party this weekend. I've been craving to see how far someone will go when they think humiliation might lead to pleasure. The ones who think they have boundaries are always the most fun to break.