Jezebel introduced me to her spit bitch loser slave. No matter how much experience I get in this industry, I am still amazed at how pathetic men are and what lengths they will go to make cum-cum juice. Jezebel cackled as she ordered her slave to get on his knees and beg for her spit. The look of desperation in his eyes was both unsettling and strangely satisfying. It was a reminder of the power dynamics at play in this world, and the twisted pleasure that could be derived from it. As I watched the pathetic display before me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority and control that I had never experienced before. This was a world where weakness was currency, and I was beginning to understand the allure of it all. I joined in and allowed this little spit bucket to enjoy the taste of my spit. It was a rush of power, knowing that I had the ability to make someone else feel small and insignificant. As I watched the man eagerly lap up my spit, I felt a surge of dominance that I had never felt before. It was exhilarating, and I found myself reveling in the control I had over him. In that moment, I realized that I had found a new source of power, one that I was eager to explore further. This was just the beginning of my journey into the dark side of human nature.