Ah, welcome, my wretched slave, to the throne room of my dominance. You've crawled to my feet, begging for mercy, but let me remind you - mercy is a gift, not a right. You're here to serve me, to please me, and to endure the punishments I deem fit for your pitiful existence.

Your grovelling and pleading are music to my ears, but don't think for a moment that they'll earn you any special treatment. Oh no, my slave, you'll be lucky to receive a crumb of mercy from my table. Instead, you'll be treated to a feast of humiliation, degradation, and pain, all carefully crafted to...

Ah, welcome, my wretched slave, to the throne room of my dominance. You've crawled to my feet, begging for mercy, but let me remind you - mercy is a gift, not a right. You're here to serve me, to please me, and to endure the punishments I deem fit for your pitiful existence.

Your grovelling and pleading are music to my ears, but don't think for a moment that they'll earn you any special treatment. Oh no, my slave, you'll be lucky to receive a crumb of mercy from my table. Instead, you'll be treated to a feast of humiliation, degradation, and pain, all carefully crafted to break your spirit and Mold you into the perfect servant.

So, beg and plead all you want, my slave, but know that your fate is already sealed. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say, when I say it. And if you're lucky, I might just grant you a fleeting moment of mercy, before plunging you back into the depths of despair.