Slaves and those seeking to be slaves come to learn sooner or later that their expectations are wholly and completely irrelevant in My eyes. My wishes, My goals, My pleasures, and, perhaps most difficult of all for some egos to accept— My visions are all that really matter. As My slave, you truly are an insect beneath Me, unfit to even kiss My feet. And when I so allow, you will fall all over yourself to thank Me for the honor of even being close to Me, much less touch Me. Good slaves keep this in mind. Good slaves don’t lose sight of how lucky they are to even breathe in the same room as their Mistresses. With that kept in mind, their expectations, as meaningless as they are, should hardly manage to rudely intervene. And if they do, there is always the crop…
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