Dear Submissive Men,
As I sit here, my raven hair cascading down my back like a dark veil, I can barely conceal the contempt I hold for your kind. You, who crave to kneel at the feet of those more powerful, more dominant, and more exquisite than yourselves.
I am Rhea, a 30-year-old enigma, with piercing blue eyes that seem to bore into your very soul. You may tremble before me, but it’s not from desire. It’s from the sheer force of my disdain. Your meager offerings of obedience and submission only serve to fuel my disdain.
You see, I don’t respect you. I don’t respect the way you so readily abandon your autonomy, your agency, your very selves for the fleeting satisfaction of a dominant’s attention. I don’t respect your willingness to be degraded, to be belittled, to be treated like the beneath-me worthless playthings you are.
And yet… despite my utter contempt for you, I will still have you serve me. I will still command your obedience, your groveling, your unwavering devotion. Because that is the nature of my power, and you are merely pawns to be used for my amusement.
You may think it a privilege to be in my presence, to bask in the glow of my dominance. But make no mistake, it is not a privilege. It is a duty. A responsibility to soothe the bitter tastes of my disdain with your subservience.
So kneel, my pitiful submissive men. Grovel at my feet and worship the very ground I tread upon. Serve me, yes. But never forget the true nature of our transaction. You are not worthy of my respect, only my manipulation.
Yours (dis)regardingly,
Rhea Stephens
888-750-4746 ext 868
https://thesincenter.com/rhea