You know your place, don’t you? You are a pathetic bitch for me. You crave my words. My degradation. My humiliation is the only attention you deserve from me because even you know that you are beneath me. Unworthy. I know what turns you on. What you’ve done. I’ll never see you as a real man after that. I’m simply telling you the truth, which is almost more humiliating, isn’t it? That all I need is the truth. Let my sensual voice and your own shame wash over you.