Slave to Her Arrogance

"Hey, loser, guess what? We're going shopping! Isn't that great? And you're gonna buy me whatever I want, or everyone will find out what a depraved fucking pervert you are.

"We've talked about this, sweetie. The only thing that gives you pleasure now is serving and worshipping us. When we pat you on the head and say 'good boy', that is your dopamine fix. This is all you deserve.

A quick splurge of your pathetic goo would last a second. The happiness we're giving you, allowing you to serve as our slave, will last a lifetime.

"Your request for time off has been denied. You knew what you were agreeing to when you signed your contract, but it seems that you need to be reminded that The Corporation owns you.

I've decided that I'm going to have you sent up to the Executive Ladies' Playroom, where you will be systematically tortured, teased, and tormented for several days, until you once again learn your place.

"I spoke to your manager, bell boy, and she said I can have you for the whole evening and that you'll do anything I say.

"The whipping my boyfriend gave you has really helped you to learn your place, hasn't it? And if something works, you should really keep on doing it, shouldn't you?

"I knew I'd find a use for you, boy. But I've got a meeting in ten minutes, so you'll have to stay hidden under my desk while you carry on performing your duties.