How do I know you are a good slave? You’re right, I don’t, how would I know when everything you try you fuck up? You haven’t done a fucking thing to prove yourself as anything other than a moron. You just look at my picture and do nothing; I see you’re a pathetic loser, I know you are looking at me, and what the fuck are you waiting for? Are you too stupid to make a decision? I bet you are and I don’t even want a slave like you. You are a waste of skin and would take too long to train. Your submission would please you and that pisses me off. I am here to please me, not you. You will never get off—you will always get close, oh so close, you will be begging me to let you cum and I will laugh at you and remind you that your cock is too small to cum. You make me sick and I am angry at you already. If you weren’t such a freak just sitting there looking at my picture you could have started your training program already. Stop wasting my time; I am busy being worshipped by men that love to be owned by me.
I have my spiked paddle ready; I have prepared a special treat for you for making the good choice to be with me. I am going to reward you with a light paddle until you beg me for more; I love to hear you say harder I love to reward you with pleasure and pain. I love to spank you until your ass is red, swollen and bleeding, I love that you want me to stop and yet I won’t. I love training a new slave and mind fucking you until you only want what I want. You will be begging me to whip you even though it is torturous and you will like it because you know it is your blood that I want. Your soul’s desire to please me will take you to places you would never imagine and when I leave you there shattered and broken you will thank me for allowing you in my presence.




