I hadn’t expected life to end up this way but it didn’t surprise me. True power and influence came naturally and couldn’t be faked, forced or even earned. You either had it or you didn’t. You know the people I’m talking about. They were the kids in school that everyone wanted to be around, that they were drawn too. They commanded crowds and had everyone wanting to just be around there aura.

I was one of those people. I was the king of my school and the captain of the football team. Every girl wanted to be with me and every guy wanted to be me. The only difference between me and any other cool kid was that I didn’t give a single fuck what anyone thought. I was cruel, uncaring and brutal, I was just good at hiding it. I was a charming sociopath who enjoyed two things: Control and Worship.

I loved the adoration of my followers and I equally adored the way women were so desperate for my attention. They were all so weak and easy to break, especially when they saw my 10 inch cock that was thick as a Coke can. Now I wasn’t a mysognist. That was too specific. I didn’t hate women, I didn’t value women as less than a man. I simply hated everyone and didn’t value anyone anywhere close to myself. Everyone was beneath me in my mind.

It had all started in college where I was happily sleeping my way through the female population of the college, students and teachers alike with no care for male or female. I started to notice a level of obsession growing towards me from them all. They all wanted more after they got a taste of the way I treated them which quite frankly was like a crap. I used and abused them solely for my own pleasure and yet they all begged for another chance to experience it. I started to make them do more and more humiliating things to earn it until one offered to pay me just for my attention.

That created an idea in my head. I could twist this obsession I created into something to make my future as easy as possible. I started charging for my attention and the money started raking in but even that wasn’t enough. I needed to feel like a god, so I kept pushing it. Yet somehow it kept working. The more I pushed it the more people came to me. The more word spread from my worshippers the more people wanted to serve me. The final step was to introduce a mark. A brand that all people that were accepted into the cult of me had to have. It was simply my initials inside an infinity symbol to show their infinite dedication to me. Suddenly my inbox was filled with dedicated sluts showing me the marks, all in the same place right above their pubic hair.

At this point I had a team of cunts loyal to me who were responsible for maintaining my many accounts for money and for contact with me. I never went a day without being served and getting my cock worshipped, usually by multiple sluts of either gender. To get my attention took a lot of work and effort as well as cost. I lived in luxury while my slaves and worshippers sent me everything they could just to be treated like crap by me.

Now who are you. That’s the important thing. Your a new wannabe member of the cult of me. How did you find me? What are you willing to do to serve me? The answer better be anything. Now how do you get my attention: well you apply of course. The replies get filtered for quality by some of my other slaves to find the right men and women to join the cult. So send images, tell me what you want to do for me tell me how you dream of serving me and the things you enjoy. I look forward to seeing more of you joining the cult of me and adding to my wealth.

Kinks: Findom, worship, foot worship, Watersports, rough, abuse, torture, mindbreak, life ruin, rimming, multiple sluts, anal, humilation, degradation and so much more.

Limits: Animals, underage, scat.