You are here to serve, nothing more. As you see the smooth fabric of the clothes I wear, you cry out to touch me. You are just a plaything for me, though. You will yield to me for my amusement.
You are to listen to this at least once a week. Very soon you’ll realise that you are at the beck and call of the women in your life. Soon you’ll give yourself up to their desires, knowing yours simply don’t matter.
You prefer it this way. Go on… Become my plaything.