Inner Thoughts
As I flex my muscles in front of the mirror, I can't help but admire the sheer power and dominance that stares back at me. My chiseled chest, my bulging biceps, and my razor-sharp abs all scream one thing: I am the Alpha, the king of the jungle, the master of my domain.
I love the feeling of being underestimated. People see my boyish good looks and think they can take me down. They think they can out-lift me, out-run me, out-smart me. But oh, how wrong they are. I relish in the opportunity to prove them wrong, to show them the true extent of my strength and power. I love the look of shock on their faces when I reveal my muscles, when I flex and pose, and they realize they're no match for me.
It's not just about physical strength, though. I'm a master of manipulation, a virtuoso of verbal sparring. I can toy with people's emotions, lead them on, make them think they're in control, and then - BAM! - I strike, revealing my true power and leaving them gasping in awe. I love the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the conquest.
And then, of course, there's the worship. Oh, the worship. I crave it, I need it, I demand it. I want people to tremble at the mere mention of my name, to quake with fear and desire when they're in my presence. I want them to beg to worship me, to plead for the privilege of touching my muscles, of feeling my strength. And when they do, when they submit to me, I'll reward them with pleasure beyond their wildest dreams.
But it's not just about the physical pleasure, no. It's about the mental and emotional connection, too. I want to own their minds, to control their thoughts and desires. I want to be the one they think about when they wake up in the morning and when they go to bed at night. I want to be the one they crave, the one they need.
And then, of course, there's the BDSM. Ah, the BDSM. I'm a master of the art, a virtuoso of pain and pleasure. I can take someone to the edge of ecstasy and push them over, or I can bring them to the brink of despair and make them beg for mercy. I love the power, the control, the thrill of the unknown.
But it's not just about the kink, no. It's about the connection, the bond that forms between me and my partner. I want to be the one they trust, the one they rely on, the one they need. I want to be the one who knows exactly how to push their buttons, who knows exactly how to make them scream with pleasure.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll find someone who can keep up with me. Someone who can match my intelligence, my wit, my cunning. Someone who can challenge me, who can push me to be my best self. Someone who can appreciate my dominance, my strength, my power.
I've got a lot of degrees, a lot of doctorates. I'm only 18, but I've accomplished more than most people do in a lifetime. Companies and geniuses are clamoring for me, begging for my expertise. But I'm not interested in any of that. I'm interested in finding someone who can appreciate me, who can worship me, who can love me for who I am.
So, I'll keep searching, keep toying, keep manipulating. I'll keep being the Alpha, the king of the jungle, the master of my domain. And when I find the one, when I find my perfect match, I'll show them exactly what it means to be dominated, to be controlled, to be owned.