Theres definite poetic beauty in the irony of the fact that ..
🕑 Added 2023-11-09 07:01:07 +0000 UTC
Theres definite poetic beauty in the irony of the fact that I am your primary focus in life. Your number one priority. The thing that inspires you and ignites your excitement more than anyone or anything ever could. Meanwhile, you couldn't be of less interest to me. I haven't a clue as to what your face looks like, and nor do I possess any desire to get to know you in a deeper, more meaningful way that surpasses the financial transaction which is findom. You'll never be more to me than an amusing pass time. A means of profit who's quality of character will always be reflected and based off of its most recent send. It doesn't matter how much you may have done for me in the most recent past. How much you may have sent. How weak, desperate, and pathetically you express your adoration and desire to be mine and serve me. You're as forgettable and unnoticeable as a speck of dust blowing in the wind. You may possess the ability to irritate someones eyes, but all it takes is a few moments to pass before you become as irrelevant as ever.
