You have devoted your time and money to me for years, quickly working your way up the ladder and becoming one of my most loyal and obedient slaves. Yet, despite your good intentions somewhere you have failed both me and yourself, and are left with nothing now. You are kneeling in front of me, begging for a chance to redeem yourself, but yet I don’t see the benefit. You have broken the golden rule, that my pleasure must always come first, that I must come first, and that it is your duty to fulfil my every need. As you kneel in front of me begging, I briefly take pity on you. You look so sad ...

You have devoted your time and money to me for years, quickly working your way up the ladder and becoming one of my most loyal and obedient slaves. Yet, despite your good intentions somewhere you have failed both me and yourself, and are left with nothing now. You are kneeling in front of me, begging for a chance to redeem yourself, but yet I don’t see the benefit. You have broken the golden rule, that my pleasure must always come first, that I must come first, and that it is your duty to fulfil my every need. As you kneel in front of me begging, I briefly take pity on you. You look so sad and pathetic, and I feel that after all of your years of service, I might as well let you get one last stroke in. But the real question is.... Do you deserve it? And if not, what should become of you next? ;)