You thought following Velma into the bedroom meant a thrill, not a public spectacle of your uselessness. Everybody saw you, and I love the look on their faces as I tell them exactly how small and pathetic you are. For $11 you’ll pump and stroke, humiliated under my boot, while I laugh and remind you you could never please a woman like me in any normal way.
I’ll make you get creative and desperate, and you’ll discover the real meaning of being owned. Which pathetic option are you going to choose when I point and command you to prove your worth?