“You know you belong at my feet, slave, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. My only place is below you. Ready to service at your will.”

“Good. Then get to it, lowly faggot.”

“Thank you, Sir. It’ll be an honor to eat this stink off your feet, Sir.”

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