You pitiful wretch, how I've twisted and tormented your feeble mind, contorting your desires into this perverse obsession with my spit. It's a testament to my mastery over you, a cruel joke that I alone can appreciate. The way you grovel, the way you beg for something so base and debasing, it's a delicious irony that never ceases to amuse me. You've become my spit slave, a title that both encapsulates your worthlessness and symbolizes your utter submission. What a pitiful, broken thing you are, and how I relish in your degradation."

You pitiful wretch, how I've twisted and tormented your feeble mind, contorting your desires into this perverse obsession with my spit. It's a testament to my mastery over you, a cruel joke that I alone can appreciate. The way you grovel, the way you beg for something so base and debasing, it's a delicious irony that never ceases to amuse me. You've become my spit slave, a title that both encapsulates your worthlessness and symbolizes your utter submission. What a pitiful, broken thing you are, and how I relish in your degradation."