You are now just a piece of my property

You knew in the sign-up sheet.

You walked in the door, you became Miss Whitney Morgan's personal ************ boy.

I'm going to have to put you through a little training course, perhaps.

I have to figure out where your strengths and your weaknesses are.

See, I like to put different slaves in different genres.

You look from the looks of it, down there, laying on the floor, already so subservient.

Maybe you'd be a good trample slave.

Maybe we should start with that, where I'll trample you.

Stop.

Hi there, our pathetic *********.

Oh, you're so pathetic.

You know what we want to do today? We want to beat the shit out of you.

Oh, I like that idea.

I bet you're going to enjoy it, but not as much as we're going to.

Endure it!

Ow!

Endure it.

I take these strong legs and I'll wrap them around your neck.

Five!

Ow!

Seven!

Eight!

Ow!

Nine!

A little faster.

A little faster.

You're not a mean bitch like me. You're like a little bitch that's, like, scary.

I'm not a scared bitch. I'm a mean motherfucking bitch, and you're a scared one.

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