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Just a fantasy: You have fallen in love with me, and you’re not alone. Millions of other men feel exactly the same way about me as well. They think about me constantly. They wish they could be with me. They dream of being slaves to me. They wish they were nothing more than a toy I could use to satisfy my own needs whenever I wanted. They fantasize about serving me and pleasing me. They want to be nothing but my toys. They live their lives just waiting for me to notice them. Waiting for me to call them. Waiting for me to tell them what to do. Waiting for me to command them to buy me things. To give me gifts. To worship me. They sit around hoping for some sign from me, praying to god that somehow the power of my beauty has finally reached them. And if they ever get lucky enough to find me, they beg for mercy. They plead for me to let them touch me. They beg for me to take their money. They beg for me to use them however I want. They beg for me to use their bodies. They beg for me to keep them in my pocket. For me to let them serve me.
