Oh, you pitiful, filthy thing. You're about to be downgraded to nothing more than a piece of furniture, a mere object for the pleasure of my friend, the Master, and myself. We're going to use your dirty face as our chair, a throne for our superior selves, while you exist solely to support us. It's laughable, isn't it? You're nothing but a face-chair, a lowly, demeaned object, stripped of all dignity and humanity. And you're going to listen to this audio, over and over, letting the reality of your debasement sink in, until you're broken enough to write to me, confessing your utter humiliatio...

Oh, you pitiful, filthy thing. You're about to be downgraded to nothing more than a piece of furniture, a mere object for the pleasure of my friend, the Master, and myself. We're going to use your dirty face as our chair, a throne for our superior selves, while you exist solely to support us. It's laughable, isn't it? You're nothing but a face-chair, a lowly, demeaned object, stripped of all dignity and humanity. And you're going to listen to this audio, over and over, letting the reality of your debasement sink in, until you're broken enough to write to me, confessing your utter humiliation and acknowledging your new, pathetic existence as nothing more than a seat for superior beings.