Your place is at my feet. You love being my loser and it makes your useless dicklet harder when I call you names. You tried resisting me, but when you saw I was online, you had no chance. Your an.imal brain kicked in and all reason was lost. You knew you had to come, credit card in mouth, kneel and surender yourself to your Queen. You love sending large tributes whilst wanking over my feet, because you know you re not being completely useless. However, today I need more from you than simply emptying your account...