I've been thinking about our 'relationship'... about how quickly I moved you into the bitchzone when you made it so obvious you had a crush on me at college. You were my totally obsessed bratmirer following me around like a little pervert - drooling over how hot I looked in my cute college skirt, my tight blouse and my knee-high socks. You loved that uniform of mine didn't you, pervert? Do you remember when I invited you over to my house and teased you about how much you liked it? I told you that if you liked it so much you should wear it... and you did didn't you? You didn't even put up a fight - I told you to put it on and you did. I even tied your hair up into little pigtails with cute pink bows and made your face up with pretty makeup haha! You looked so silly! I've still got all the photos I took of you - pretending to be a schoolgirl - blowing kisses - with your skirt poking up from the little boner you had underneath!... You must have REALLY enjoyed all that embarrassment, huh pervert?
What the fuck made you think to ask me out on a date in front of all my friends... There you were stuttering like a pathetic virgin - asking ME out. You IDIOT! The girls all laughed at you - Laughed out loud in your stupid red face... But I wasn't laughing, was I? No. I couldn't believe you'd embarrass me in front of all my girlfriends by having the temerity to ask me out on a date. You needed to be put in your place right there and then. So, I told you to get on your knees and beg me to date you... and down you went like a wimp and begged me for a date. "No, loser... call me Princess when you beg" Haha. And you did. "Now kiss my shoes, simp."... And you did - in front of everyone. And what was your reward loser?.. for humiliating yourself like that?... a disgusting glob of my Princess spit right in your face, my middle finger and then me shouting "I don't date ugly sissy wimps!" and then whispering to you that the best you could hope for was to be Bitchzoned by me... And that was the moment you became my simpy college bitch.
It wasn't long before everyone found out you were my bitch. If walked down the hall to class with the other popular girls, you'd be right behind me carrying my books and bags like a good little simp. If I had my feet up in the lecture hall, you'd be on all fours in front of me with my pretty shoes digging into your back. It must've been so humiliating for you but not nearly as humiliating as it must be for you now - all those years on and you're still my fucking bitch. Except it's not my books you're carrying anymore - it's my shopping. I guess the fear of those photos ever being seen by everyone you love keeps you in check - it keeps you my packhorse... my footstool... my boot cleaner... my PAYPIG. Haha! Photos of you dressed up like a fucking schoolgirl - with makeup and bows in your hair - and a yicky little boner showing that you're LOVING the humiliation was all it took to earn me a bitch for life. A life you're gonna pay for FOREVER. There's no escape for you, loser - never ever!
