Look at you, groveling at my feet like the pitiful creature you are. How it amuses me to see you reduced to this, desperate for any crumb of attention or approval I might throw your way. You, with your weak will and feeble mind, think you have a choice or any control in this? Think again. You're here to obey, to please me, to be my toy and nothing more. Your opinions, feelings, or desires are of no consequence. I guide you, shape you, and own you. Your very existence is in my hands, and I can crush it as I please. The more you suffer, the more pleasure it brings me, and that's all that matt...

Look at you, groveling at my feet like the pitiful creature you are. How it amuses me to see you reduced to this, desperate for any crumb of attention or approval I might throw your way. You, with your weak will and feeble mind, think you have a choice or any control in this? Think again. You're here to obey, to please me, to be my toy and nothing more. Your opinions, feelings, or desires are of no consequence. I guide you, shape you, and own you. Your very existence is in my hands, and I can crush it as I please. The more you suffer, the more pleasure it brings me, and that's all that matters.

You may once have thought yourself a man, but I've shown you what you truly are: a slave, a tool, a pathetic, whimpering thing to be used and discarded at my whim. Don't mistake my control for care; I value you only as far as you can entertain me or fulfill my desires. Your humiliation isn't just a game; it's a necessary lesson, a constant reminder of your place in the world. Your dreams, hopes, and very identity are now under my thumb, forever to be molded or erased as I see fit. Every tear, every shiver, every broken piece of your dignity feeds my power and fuels your degradation. Never forget, you are mine, and you always will be.