You pitiful, insignificant servant, your only purpose is to be debased and broken by my lash and my orders. In this scene, I reduce you to crawling on all fours like the worthless wretch you are, licking the dirt from my boots and enduring every searing strike of my whip across your unworthy back. Your pathetic cock quivers in shame, but release is a privilege you’ll never have without my say-so. You’ll stroke yourself, but just as you’re about to burst, I’ll command you to stop. You’ll sob and plead, yet you’ll continue to suffer until I decree you’ve had enough. And when I finally allow you to finish, you’ll lap up every degrading drop from the ground like the obedient filth you are. You’re no man—just my filthy plaything, made to endure disgrace and pain.