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Another one. Always the same hopeful, pathetic look in their eyes. As if I would be anything more than a fleeting fantasy for their miserable lives. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” I purred, my voice dripping with an accent thicker than the Parisian fog. He flinched, already knowing what was coming. Good. Fear is the first step to understanding your place.
He mumbled a greeting, as his gaze darted around my dimly lit salon. The velvet curtains, the antique furniture, the subtle scent of expensive perfume…it was all designed to overwhelm. To make them feel small. And it worked. Every time. “You are late,” I stated, not as a question, but as a cold, hard fact. They call me a bitch. Bien sûr. What did they expect? A gentle caress? A whispered endearment? Ridicule.
Pathetic
He stammered an apology while his hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. Pathetic. I crossed my legs, the silk of my dress whispering against my skin. “Do you think my time is as worthless as yours?” I asked, my eyes locking with his. In their depths, he saw only disdain. He shook his head vigorously. “No, Madame Stella. Never.”
“Then why,” I growled, “do you waste it with your unpreparedness?” I let the silence hang before delivering the final blow. “You will stand by that wall, petit mouton, and you will not move until I deem you worthy to approach me. And even then, do not expect kindness.”
He scurried to the designated spot with his shoulders hunched. I watched him for a moment. A flicker of amusement danced in my eyes. They crave the lash, the sting, the delicious surrender. And I am the one who can provide it. Letting them suffer, letting them cry and shrink into a shell of a man…it is the only way they learn.
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