Thanks Jack

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Why powerful women?
That’s what I get asked all the time. Why pursue the difficult targets when there are so many gullible young sluts to claim. Why waste my time and go through the hassle of changing someone complex instead of just snatching up the first simple minded woman I see?
I’ll tell you why, but you have to understand the process.
The first step is taking away their appearance. First impressions are everything, and dressing smartly is a woman’s opening volley. Her finely tailored pantsuits. Her hair done up in a tight bun. A low kitten heel. Everything about her portrays elegant efficiency.
Removing that is an important start to the process. There’s no need to overdo it either. I don’t need some skank in a slutty schoolgirl outfit. All that needs to happen is a slight…modification. Skintight skirts ending above the knee. Low cut silk blouses. Nothing short of 4 inch heels. She’s doesn’t appear to be a slut outright, but she oozes sex appeal. No one would take any of her ideas seriously, not really anyway. It’s easy to see that she’s putting herself out there for one reason - to be fucked.
Once I’ve got her looking pretty, step two is removing her intelligence. Again, nothing too extreme. A blibbering child is of no use to me. That being said, I don’t want anyone with a razor sharp intellect either.
The trick is to dumb her down just enough to find her stupidity cute. She needs to be able to carry on a conversation, but every so often not understand a what a word means, pause in the middle of speaking to gather her thoughts, or simply lose train of thought entirely. I prefer a woman who dreams of one day running a big time company, but is intellectually incapable of even knowing how or where to start. Her lack of knowledge becomes a wall between her and accomplishing anything of note, just the way it should be for a woman.
Step three goes hand in hand with the second, and that is taking away her independent nature. All she’s ever wanted since she was a little girl was to be her own woman. To make it in the world all by herself. She’s never needed a man, and in fact, at times has resented men in general for holding her back.
I love taking that from her. She becomes completely reliant on me for everything. Her newly reduced intelligence coupled with a lack of independence makes her every day living something that depends on me and my decisions. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Now she finds comfort in having no responsibilities because they frighten her. She can’t imagine setting out to do things on her own. Always she needs my assistance, because without it she is helpless.
And finally, after I’ve taken those things away from her, I turn around and give her something back. I give her something that will make her complete
I give her purpose.
She’s given a new reason to live, and that reason is to serve me. Nothing else matters to her anymore; she is blinded by her devotion to me, her need to worship the ground that I walk on. Every waking moment of her life is now consumed by a desire obey and please me. And once I’ve given her that….
She becomes this.
And sure, you may be asking me why I go through all that trouble when the result is the same.
Here’s why.
The sight of this woman, crawling to me on all fours like a dog. Eagerly licking my balls and sucking my cock. Kissing my feet in the hopes that she might get fucked by me as a reward for being a good girl.
The sight of that makes me remember where she started from. The confident CEO, the brash lawyer, the sharp doctor, the strong athlete. I relish what I’ve taken from her, her style, her mind, her drive. Watching as she slurps and slobbers on my cock as though her life depended on it hammers home the fact that though she once flew so high, I have brought her to her knees. I have wiped away all her past successes and triumphs, replacing them with a never ending craving for my cock. I’ve made a once powerful woman into nothing more than a mindless, cum guzzling slave.
And as I paint her face with my cum while she smiles hungrily at me. As I watch her lick her lips and moan as she tastes her favorite treat, I feel the exhilaration that nothing else can give me.
And just be honest, if it was your boss’s mouth that you just fucked and filled with cum.
Wouldn’t you feel that way too?

-Jack Barnes