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He isn't with some meth chick who'll slice him with a kitchen knife because she wants to see all the tiny spiders come out.

I think I get it: rich dudes want to be dominated by dominatrix chicks because with other chicks they have all the power, because they got the money, so if the dude says he wants anal the chick gives him anal, because then she gets, like, a new Gucci bag or some shit. And he probably didn't even really want the anal, he just wanted to show that he could get it if he wanted it, even if he really wasn't wanting it much.

So the dominatrix flips this around on him, and he gets to be with a chick who treats him like the pathetic asshole he was before he made the big money and became a pathetic asshole who's rich.

But he still knows he's in control: he's paying her, she isn't doing this for free. So he might get a bruise here or there, but, like, he isn't with some meth chick who'll slice him with a kitchen knife because she wants to see all the tiny spiders come out, he's got a safe-word and shit.

And the dude's actually still pathetic, because what these guys really want most of all is for a chick to peg them and pee on them, but they don't have the balls to ask for that, so they go with the whips-and-chains shit instead, and sublimate the wanting-to-be-peed-on and pegged shit.

Because they want to be more than dominated: they want to be degraded. But they don't have the confidence it takes to ask to be degraded. Because being dominated gives the illusion of giving up power, so they can work out their mother-problems shit, but being degraded is too much like that time when they were eleven with Uncle Jack in the back bedroom while everyone else was in the kitchen looking at sister's new baby. And being fucked in the ass by Uncle Jack was bad enough, but the memory of him then pissing on you -- you can't really forget that.

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