It's beautiful what scarcity does to a man. It's not what I give that transforms you. It's everything I choose to keep. I keep my best sex to myself, I keep the best videos of myself, alone or with others, I keep my best thoughts, my most valuable information, and my most transformative wisdom. You learn my name before you know my voice. You know my voice before you can even imagine what it means. And when you believe you're close to understanding who I am, you only discover another closed door, another dark corridor, another carefully preserved layer of myself. I make my absence a flood. I delight alone with my own silhouette, I delight in surrounding myself with all my pleasures, I selfishly keep everything that is most beautiful to myself. If you think you've already seen all my beauty, sexuality, and intelligence, wait until you see me alone, in front of a camera or a mirror, wait until you see me reading and feeding my soul like someone feeding a hungry anaconda. I love how your scarcity in the face of my flesh leaves you so weak, so vulnerable. You tremble, I love the way you look at me tearfully, I love the taste of your tears between kisses, I love how you kneel, bend, break completely, give yourself entirely. And what I love most, the checkmate. I only exist in your mind, my scent, my taste, the kiss, the bite, the pain, you will never feel my touch, my scent, my kiss. I love how you surrender into my hand to be torn apart between my fingers, to be used and echoed in a mocking laugh. You are my favorite dinner. My defenseless little bunny, my tasty prey. Letting yourself be snaked through my body, pressed by my scales, devoured by your mistress. This is our food chain, I awakened your instinct and your destiny in you, and you know the way to my teeth. Spill every drop of blood, sweat, and tears; I revel in you. #submissive