Would you make a liar of me? Do you really want me on my knees calling you "Sir" if I can't mean it? If I can only do it with bitterness and a sense of wrongness in my gut? Don't you want my knees to weaken and bend because I want to, FOR you?
Is it not sweeter to know I'm calling you "sir" or "Daddy" or whatever is you want to hear because I mean it down to the depths of my soul? How can you tell me I'm attractve to you for being genuine, then get mad at me when I won't let you make a liar of me?
How can you salivate over my "integrity" then walk off in a huff when it turns out that said integrity actually exists and is intact?
The thing you fail to realize, the reason you'll never be treated to the sight of me on my knees for you is because you're too much an idiot, asshole, or both to realize that our titles don't create bonds between us. We do.
Note: Written last month after a series of frustrating conversations with a certified douche canoe.
