Slave to Her Arrogance

"What's wrong? Is my tight top making your worm swell in its cage? If it's so uncomfortable, I could consider unlocking you, so you can deal with your frustration..."

"Tell me again what you're going to do when the three gentlemen arrive?"

"Anything they say, Mistress."

"Good girl. And remember where the cameras are hidden. I want clear shots of their faces, while they do unspeakable things to you. If we pull this off I can blackmail them for millions, so don't screw it up."

"Yes, Mistress. I promise I won't let you down, Mistress."

"I love it when they send me a new assistant. That look of fear in your eyes is absolutely delicious!

"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.