Take a long, hard look at me—my supple flesh, my luscious curves. I was born to be served. But by whom? Look at me and imagine the submissive boy that would suit me best. Is he a small, weak wisp of a thing? No. I want slaves with weight, boys of impressive size and presence. I deserve a big boy. The biggest. And what about you? Do you have it in you to be the big, big boy I deserve?