I look elegant and powerful wearing a tight-fitted striped shirt, with cufflinks and tie. With My naked chattel on a leash, kneeling next to Me, I look utterly demanding and dominant. The boy is mesmerized by My imposing, yet feminine stature, but he is here to serve Me, not admire. I become so aroused by the power I lord over him. I am the Boss, and he is nothing more than a mere object. Just a human ashtray and spittoon, if that's what I want, ready to catch and swallow all the cigarette ash and spit I have for him.