I am not a woman you want to trifle with.  Though you look at me and see my obvious beauty, what you can't see is my twisted sensibility and craving for control and ownership of you.

You know the wardrobe: heels, panties, stockings, corsets, etc.  But why on earth would it interest me to see you wearing such things?  In a word, humiliation.  I feed off of it.  Making you tuck your cock and balls back while wearing lace and frills, then telling you what a disgusting little sissy-fag you are, makes my panties wet!
 
If I can actually bring you to humiliated tears, so much the better because that's when the fun really starts.  I can choose to cradle you and boost your shattered ego, or tear it down further, and there's no telling which way it will go ahead of time. 

If you're into having your sense of manhood rocked to it's very core, then call me.  The best things in life come with a price, and the price you pay for me is your masculinity.