Tuck your place beneath me, little boy. You’ll be on your knees, neck craned, eyes glued to the bust you crave, feeling the weight of my superiority. A strong woman rules here, and your goo-for-brains goonery only proves it. Look up, beg, and learn your rank.
I’ll make you feel small while you worship these tits, and yes, paying tribute keeps you where you belong. Submit to my presence, obey my commands, and let that bulge remind you that adoration and devotion are your only real purpose.