You're weak and back again. Sitting on your knees, worshipping me and dreaming about what you'll never have.

I know you're addicted to my shiny body. Today you're going to worship from head to toe, or, well, toe to head as you start on the floor cleaning my boots.

Working up the shiny shiny legs before you're permitted to kiss my shiny arse. As losers go you're very lucky to be here with me.