I shudder at the thought of obeying you
I'd rather thumb my nose at you, really
How dare you presume my submission, boy?
On you knees, cretin
How do you like it down there, my darling?
Do you feel humbled, humiliated now?
Or are you overcome by the need to please?
Kiss my steelcaps, slave
You will speak only when spoken to, buffoon
You will worship me with every waking breath
Isn't that what you expected me to do
When the roles were turned?
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