The air becomes heavy as soon as I enter the room. My transparent latex stockings shine like a promise of your torment, reflecting my uncontrollable power. My medical latex outfit hugs my body perfectly, accentuating every line, every movement.

You, my slave, chained and awaiting my command, exist for one sole purpose: to serve me. You, my subject, are here because you chose this place, chose this path. This "treatment" process is nothing but your need to experience humiliation and painful moments in order to cleanse yourself, find true submission, and relinquish the illu...

The air becomes heavy as soon as I enter the room. My transparent latex stockings shine like a promise of your torment, reflecting my uncontrollable power. My medical latex outfit hugs my body perfectly, accentuating every line, every movement.

You, my slave, chained and awaiting my command, exist for one sole purpose: to serve me. You, my subject, are here because you chose this place, chose this path. This "treatment" process is nothing but your need to experience humiliation and painful moments in order to cleanse yourself, find true submission, and relinquish the illusion that you mean anything. I command you to bow and wash my feet with your tongue. This is a privilege you would never deserve, but I am generous.

This method of "treatment" doesn’t work the way you expect. You must learn through humiliation, through pain, through absolute acceptance of your role. As a caring mistress, I provide you with "food" that matches your degraded position. I fill the bowl with someone else's semen and coldly make you understand that this is your ration. A ration you must lick because until you submit to this, you will not be able to move forward in your recovery. You must accept this, for it is your fate in this place. My whip adds rhythm to your humiliation as you eagerly lick up every drop. I watch as your disgrace becomes your only solace, and you immerse yourself in this humiliation to perhaps, one day, understand that your true power lies in submission.

"Now, dessert," I say with an icy smile, emptying the condom and allowing the contents to drip down my legs. This is not just a punishment — it’s a catharsis for your delusion that you can be anything more. You crawl, licking everything clean down to the last drop — from my legs, from the floor, and, of course, from the soles of my shoes. This is the purification you must go through. You know this is your fate — to crawl through the filth that is your destiny until you receive everything I am willing to give you.

I leave, leaving you in the dust, humiliated and stripped of everything except the hope of serving me again. This method of "treatment" is not just about humiliating you. It cleanses your mind, breaks down all the barriers you’ve built for yourself, and brings you back to reality, where you are nothing but a slave. You, my subject, remain here, in this place, waiting for me to return to continue your humiliation. Your sole purpose is to wait. You must understand that every moment of pain and humiliation is a step towards your healing.