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You're subhuman garbage, and I am your god.

When I first got started in the lifestyle, I quickly learned about your type....

You? You're worthless scum. You're beneath me, and it's gotten to the point where even contemplating an interaction with you makes me physically ill.

So why am I here?

Well, truthfully: I'm here because nobody on this site can recognize and articulate your worthlessness to you quite like I can.

I'm here to do the website a service, and in the process, maybe you can learn to remember your place as literal human filth.

Your reasons for booking me:

1. I'm better than you.
   You're lucky to know me.
2. I'm smarter than you.
   This means that I can probably put together words that even your peon brain can understand.
3. I'm bigger than you.
   Obviously, you're a virus, but I'll be here, towering over you so you remember your role.
4. I'm stronger than you.
   Quite simply: I will hold you down. I will impose my will. I will win, and you will lose.
5. I'm mean.
   You think you know what kind of fucked up treatment you deserve? Your understanding of fucked up treatment doesn't even scratch the surface of where I'll go with it.

I have experience making strong men cry. I have the knowledge and perversity necessary to break you, and I'm physically domineering enough to make sure that you have the worst experience you've ever imagined possible.

When you contact me, make your solicitation interesting for me. Peasants will receive cash requests for wasting my time, and fun perversions + cash tips move you to the top of my queue.

Come say hi: I feel nothing when you cry, and I'll make sure you leave more empty and miserable than you were when we started.... ;)