Sixteen
When I was a kid, I didn’t read storybooks with princes and princesses. I wasn’t one for fairytales or love stories. I loved horror stories and thrillers where the villains were the true heroes and heroines. It took a lot of personality to f**k with people’s minds and mess them up inside and out.
I wasn’t so warped that I wanted to make people crazy in the asylum sense. I liked to see how far I could bend them to my will. Could I make them eat out of my hand (or a*s)? And if they were misogynist assholes or queen bitches, then yeah, I might break their spirit, but only to remake them in a better image.
What I did was a service to the world if you truly thought about it. I took villains and beat the pitbull out of them. I remade them into puppies on my leash.
But a Service Top?
