There’s always that type… The one who thinks he can negotiate. Who believes he can cherry-pick the parts he likes: “I just want a custom hypno session, not the rest.” Or worse: “Can we do this, but without the control?”

This isn’t a buffet. This isn’t a wish list. This isn’t Build-a-Domme.

This is total submission or nothing at all. We don’t bend. We don’t bargain. We are what we are.

And frankly, for every time-waster like you, there are ten others already begging for the privilege. That’s not arrogance, that’s math. Men are driven by hormones. Testosterone runs your engine. It makes you desperate, predictable and weak.

We all have hormones, darling.
But while yours drag you by the dick into stupid decisions, mine are silent. Tamed. Controlled.
I own mine. Yours own you.
That’s the difference between us.