men are simply footstools, ashtrays, carpet and door mats to Me. Why should I walk in to My house and not have a human door mat to wipe My boots on. Why when I want to smoke shouldn't I have a queue of eager slaves ready to serve as My ashtray and then be told to get lost? I am perfect and so so sexy that men can't help but be totally submissive for Me, no matter how much pain I might cause them. such losers.