My stupid gimp knows exactly how to treat Me. Crawling over to Me with whats rightfully mine in it's mouth and laying it at My feet. Since it's been a good boy for Me, I allow it to shine My latex. It knows it's place down on it's knees and is grateful to be able to be in My presence, to touch My body at all. Obviously, I cannot help but slap the out of it's face and spit all over it to show it how I feel. Pathetic and obedient, My gimp cannot help but do whatever I say and take everything I give it.