The more I can take from you, the better. You're a lesbian? Now I've taken your power to choose only female partners. You're a dominatrix? I've taken your power of being in control during sex. You're a CEO? Wouldn't your underlings be surprised to see their "boss bitch" naked and crying getting raped underneath me. You're a lesbian dominatrix CEO? Oh god, the things I would do to you.

What is sexy about it? You're a human being, raised by (hopefully) loving parents, with your own thoughts, hopes and dreams about the world. You're every bit my equal.

And, with a single act, I can take everything from you. I can pin you down, rip your clothes off, and violate the most intimate parts of you. It doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, what you've accomplished - I can turn you into a ball of tears, and pain, and fear. What you want doesn't matter. Your consent doesn't matter. I can debase and degrade you into an object for my own sexual gratification.

I can do anything I want to you, without regard for your own suffering. If I want to choke you to see the fear in your eyes, you're getting choked. If I want to take your ass and hear your screams of pain, you can't stop me. If you start to dissociate, focus on the clock on the wall or the song on the radio... I'm going to slap you, pull your hair, drag you around. You are here. With me. I am doing this to you. Me. You are helpless. I own you. I control you. You are mine. This is real.

I love the degradation, breaking down someone's determination to resist, making them beg. Taking control over their body, mocking them. Oh, you came from being raped? That's right, because you're a disgusting rape whore. Tell me what you are, so I know you understand it. This is what you're good for. This is what you are.

Power makes my cock hard. There's something beautifully ironic about the fact that you hate me, you hate what I'm doing to you, and yet you're giving me one of the most intensely pleasurable experiences a person can have. You're a whore making me come over and over again, doing whatever I want, however I want, for as long as I want.

And then, when it's over, and the post-nut clarity hits... you're a person again, and I'm a monster who's done these terrible, awful things to you. And I need to hold you, to reassure you, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, to remake you into who you were before. It's as much for me as it is for you, I need it too. I need to know that you're still there, that I didn't break you, that you enjoyed it as much as I did.