Queen Of Pain: The Many Shades of May.

Queen Of Pain.

May wasn’t always a massive bitch, but she has been one for a long time. It was at one point during her sophomore year of college that she realized how pathetic men actually were. How they were willing to do just about anything to get even the tiniest glimpse of panty-gripped ass cheek. Anastasia was her mentor. A senior, smoking hot like May, but with total control. May liked to think of her as a sort of maestro, waving her magic acrylic nails across her body to make an entire uncoordinated orchestra of men follow her every move. Anastasia made it look easy, but it was actually quite a meticulous process. Every little detail needed to be checked off in order for these men to completely… fall apart. May watched and learned, and by her senior year, she was known as the Queen of Pain.

The Had A Knack For Making Them Feel Special.

And boy, were they special. She became a sort of trophy amongst the men of her college. A trophy no one had actually won yet. They all had the same goal in mind: getting May and keeping May. She liked to have fun. I mean, she did have the same hormones as the rest of the 21-year-old girls in her class.  She did, however, have a different major. While she technically studied finance with a minor in anthropology, she was really majoring in Domination. The Queen of Pain was getting an education she couldn’t “pay” for. In fact, this course was one that had become quite lucrative for her. And, while learning to dominate these men was technically free, she spent many, many, MAN-hours honing her craft. Too bad she couldn’t get any intern hours for these dummies.

The Queen Of Pain Graduated.

She had a Master’s in wrapping these fools around her finger. Most of them, at one point or another, realized exactly what she was doing. However, they didn’t try to stop her. They learned to like being used. Knowing that her love, in fact, did have a price. They knew that it would go to the highest bidder. At some point down the line, the love didn’t matter. Actually, they were turned on knowing they were nothing more than a check. They were the job. She didn’t need to work at a bank when she was collecting enough to open her own. It became so easy that at one point, she just started putting out her hand and waiting until they emptied their pockets. Men would give less in an armed robbery, but with May, the fear of her disappointment was all it took.

The Queen of Pain Became The Mentor.

She retired at 35 from collecting from men and moved on to collect from women. Her price for them was much lower, of course. She had to pay it forward! After all, just like the men got off on being used, she got off on using them. She couldn’t let the hot women of the future go on without mastering that feeling. She wanted to see them succeed. Possibly, even to take over the world, one cock at a time. Enjoy FinDom? Check out last week’s entry, Earth Day Dominatrix. Ready to confess your erotic dreams?

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