N, Ever since we ended the blackmail arrangement you ruined other women for me, because nothing compares. I’m not sure if you obeyed me because of all the blackmail I had on you or because you were the submissive (probably the blackmail.)

You gave me every part of you. The way you only ate if you showed me the food and you found it embarrassing if you ate too much, to the way you could only pee with permission.

What turned me on most was how I forced you into installing cameras in your bedroom and both sections of your store, where I could watch you 24/7. Or the way you gave me full access to your texts. Reading your private thoughts to your friends. Knowing you could hide nothing from me.

And when I had the cameras I could text you an order and watch you do it in real time. “No clothes.” “It’s cold.” “I done care.

“Fuck your pussy right now.” She looked at the camera and did it. Her face said how much she wasn’t enjoying it, but that made me enjoy it even more. “I’m dry. I’m not in the mood,” she texted after a minute. “I didn’t say stop. Go to your ass if that’s easier.” She went to her ass.

Or some nights I didn’t even think she should look like a girl so I made her put pig makeup on.

The way she would inflict pain to herself because I asked her to, and I could watch her spank herself. At work or at home. Making her strip in the office knowing other employees could barge in.

Making you feel completely and utterly owned. Controlled. I picked what I wore. And you just had to hope I didn’t text anything embarrassing to your friends.

It didn’t last long, but my fucking god you awakened kinks in me and now I can’t live without this level of control. I had so many plans for you, escalating how much I’d scare you and ruin you.

I hope you take care of yourself and you learn not to post nudes with your face in it, because this all started because you were horny and wanted to bet i could not track you down.