As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been a magnet for submissives and guys who have a proper appreciation for intelligent, commanding women. Most of these losers aren’t memorable in any way, but sometimes I do enjoy thinking back and remembering how much fun I’ve had with my bitches in the past.
Yesterday when my pet mikey mouse <span class=”ljuser” style=”white-space: nowrap;”><a href=”http://katslosermouse.livejournal.com/”><strong></strong></a></span> called me to worship at my feet, I let him talk to my girlfriend Jennifer as a special treat, and she explained to him how we’ve both been exerting our authority over males for as long as we’ve known each other. I almost pissed myself laughing when she started to tell mousey about the skinny little nerd named Nathan who followed me around worshipping me all year in grade nine – of course, at the time I had no idea that he was in love with me, because I paid absolutely no attention to him as a person; I was only interested in the hilarious, ridiculous things he did and said to amuse me and get my attention. I remember now how he used to get in trouble constantly with our computer teacher for disrupting class. Poor little Nathan couldn’t even sit still when he was around me – he would bounce up and down in his chair, vibrating with the need to say something, anything, that would amuse me and make me look at him with my perfect, piercing eyes. The two most popular girls in the school would turn around in their chairs and stare at him when he said humiliating, degrading things about himself, and they were always surprised and bewildered at the fact that he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of him, except ME. LOL! Of course, at the time, I just took it as my due. I still laugh out loud as I see Nathan in my mind, turning off his computer at random, in the middle of a project, without saving his work, because he needed to see me laughing at him. And there were all the times I made him go up to different girls and say idiotic or perverted things to them. He knew they would get angry and tell all their friends how disgusting and pathetic he was, humiliating him even further, but he just couldn’t resist doing whatever I told him.
Since he was too young to have a job and money of his own to spend on Me, Nathan would beg his parents for money every day to buy me lunch, or steal it if he had to. He would gladly have paid to take me to movies and anything else I desired, of course, but I never allowed him to spend time with me outside of school, no matter how much he pleaded. Anyway, one day when I was especially bored, and Nathan’s usual degrading antics weren’t enough to entertain me, I made him eat part of the lunch he bought me off the street. The street in front of the Mac’s store was always particularly filthy, littered with cigarette butts and discarded chewing gum, and riddled with spit. So naturally, when Nathan asked me for a bite of my sandwich, I broke off a section and dropped it on the ground. When I told him to eat it, he was clearly torn between disgust at the filthy food and his need to submit to Me. I allowed him to waver for a couple of minutes, but when I grew bored with the game, I just stared him in the eyes and his self will melted instantly. At that moment, I knew that he was completely and totally a slave to my will, and that I owned him, mind, body, and soul. I had always known that I was powerful, and I had lived my life up to that point inducing those around me to submit to my will. But my experience with Nathan made me realize consciously that my role in life is to command.
