The Story of O

Those who know me well will tell you that once I set my sights on a goal, I pursue it with ruthless, strategic determination and cunning intelligence. I am driven by an insatiable desire to achieve exactly what I want, and I won't stop until I have it. It's in my nature to dominate and conquer.

That unyielding, relentless determination is what fuels my dominant nature. To seize what you desire, you must be more than just bold; you must be fearless in the face of confrontation and mentally stronger than anyone around you. It's not just about wanting it more; it's about being resolute, unyielding, and utterly committed to your pursuit. Compromise is not in my vocabulary. I take what I want, and I don't apologize for it.

I don't back down, and I don't make excuses. I am the hunter, and those who cross my path are the prey. I will outmaneuver, outthink, and overwhelm anyone who stands in my way. My goals are my own, and I will not be deterred by the weak or the foolish. I am the embodiment of dominance, and I will not be denied.

In that light it's always amusing to me to observe the 'findom' part of Second Life. I use this virtual world as an extension of my real life, a place to meet with my slaves and admirers who would be nearly impossible to meet in the real world. I rarely interact with the so-called 'findom' scene in Second Life because, quite frankly, they are a pathetic!

Second Life findom is infested with female avatars sporting grotesquely exaggerated hips, asses, and tits, all catering to the pathetic losers who can barely scrape together $10. 'Pay piggie here,' 'pay piggie there'—it's an endless parade of desperate, virtual circle jerks, where these sad sacks beg to be dominated and relieved of their measly $10. Findom in Second Life has sunk to new depths of pathetic desperation, if that was even possible.

These half-baked clowns are performing in a 24/7 amateur hour, trying to use smoke and mirrors, but it’s all hat, no cattle, just empty suits. Everyone can see and smell the bullshit, except for the bullshitters themselves. Take a good look at those grotesquely exaggerated hips, asses, and tits—they're supposed to be 'female,' but who are they kidding? Let me ask you this: in what twisted reality does a dominant, intelligent woman look like a freak of nature?

Pornography and cultural norms might push these exaggerated features as the ideal, but that's just more bullshit. Focusing on these exaggerated features only serves to objectify women, reducing them to mere physical attributes instead of valuing them as whole individuals. It's a shallow, superficial world where these 'dominant' women are reduced to their exaggerated curves.

So, I'll ask again: in what reality does an intelligent, dominant woman want to be reduced to her physical attributes? The answer is simple: none. This is all a facade, a sick game played by desperate men.

I mean let's face it, the vast majority—90% or more—of these pathetic avatars are men. And not just men, but 'money slaves' with barely $10 to their name. It's a sad, ironic joke. These so-called 'dominant women’ are just facilitators in a never-ending circle of $10 transfers between these losers. They think they're being dominated, but in reality, they're just enabling each other's delusions.

Imagine the scene: one 'money slave' transfers his measly $10 to a 'dominant woman’, who then turns around and gives it to another 'dominant woman’. It's a perfect circle of pathetic transactions, all while these losers think they're living out some twisted fantasy. They're not being dominated; they're being played. It's hilarious and ironic, really. men are so desperate.

They can't even see the joke that's not only being played on them but that they also play on themselves. It's a never-ending loop of desperation. Come on, this is pathetic, and it's time to call it out for what it is. Pathetic!

It's a sad world out there, so I made a song for the $10 loser. You know who you are. And don't worry, I know you only have $10, so the song is just $10 😉