Your place is beneath me. Your position is on your knees and your view is up my skirt. Yours is the lowest rung on the totem pole, my pet and it’s because you look at life through the eyes of a beta wimp.

You don’t fuck, you stroke. You don’t exceed expectations, you’re below average. You’re not a man, you’re a loser.

Don’t worry; I like you just the way you are, nothing more than my bottom bitch.