You are a man of taste and quick decisions. That is how you amassed your billions. You have your ide

You are a man of taste and quick decisions. That is how you amassed your billions. You have your ideal boy in mind and you know that when you see him you will make your move. You might see him on an airplane, on the street or even the beach. He really could be anywhere. Yet, once you look in his eyes, you “know” that you will know. He really is stunning isn’t he? Yes. Those eyes! You sink into those eyes, don’t you? You must have him. Sure, you have the charm to invite him to coffee (or…maybe to your penthouse - you think: why not show it off asap?) Good plan. Bring him up and give him a tour. My, he looks so perfect here. Invite him to sit and bring him coffee. Good plan. Just stare into those eyes. Those eyes are so inviting. So powerful. You must have him. You now “know” it for certain. He likes your wealth. You can feel it. Oh, my. His eyes are even more beautiful than you remember. Yes. Sink into his eyes. Listen to him. Yes you want him to know more about you. You want him to know the big things first. Tell him about all of your holdings: Every company you own, and how many homes. Yes, this young man needs to know. You want him to know everything upfront. Just look into his eyes. They are so commanding and it is so easy to tell him the truth. Good boy. Yes, he is impressed and takes your hand. So comfortable. So horny. So obedient. It’s nice to let him be in charge. You “know” you are safe to just let go and be a good boy. You feel him lead you to the master bedroom and feel his gaze as he speaks. You “know” that you have never been so at ease and that you are so so happy You wake up in his arms and you just “know” you are just meant to be with him. You want to prove it. You want to take him shopping today. He will need new clothes, new watches and so much more to fit into your lifestyle. As you make love to him ask him to move in and tell him he no longer has to work. You blurt out a figure as a weekly allowance. How did you even come up with that five digit number? You assume that you just “knew” his worth and what it would take for him to put his career on hold (wait… did this boy even work?? No matter). You want him to enjoy your life with you and that starts today. Tell him he is your god and you beg to make him king of your castle. Beg him to let you take him shopping. Yes, look at that smile. You “know” you make the right choice. After you taste the sweet nectar, you dress him from your closet. Not quite as fitted as he deserves but that will change. Without him saying a word, you “know” he would look so much better with your finest watch on his wrist. Yes, take his hand and go to the safe. Teach him the combination and show him your tray of watches. Beg him to let you put the president Rolex on his superior wrist. There, now he is adorned like a god should be. Yes, let him take the lead. As a handsome younger man he will know what brands and designers look good on him. On the way out of the building you tell the security staff to add his profile to your list of approved visitors. You even joke that they will be seeing a lot of him. Yes. You look into his eyes after each purchase. He says “thank you” but his eyes say “good boy slave.” After a full day of shopping you head back into the penthouse and stare into those eyes. Yes. You make the decision. Your life is now complete. You “know” it. He is to be so much more than your king. You need him as your husband. No prenup. Good decision boy. Yes, those eyes. He deserves to be a billionaire. Asap. You KNOW it. -- source link

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