Even after crossing into the new lifestyle I continue to hunt Now,the prey is willing, but old habits never die
I'm a Master and still a Monster
I instruct & sell slaves to other dominant men and keep those I choose as my own . . . especially that one
My reputation is spoken of in hushed & reverent tones...My lust for tears is now legendary, but, I have unfinished business that needs to be put to rest before I can go any further. So, I prowl the dungeons of New York City Hidden by the shadows...
Stalking the minds of slaves I feed my insatiable hunger for tears, pain, total control & an unrivaled...Vengeance
This is my twisted story It’s still not romantic But, I may be a hero
Okay... I'm still a monster, but I've become one hell of a Master