You belong groveling beneath my beautiful Goddess feet, collared and chained. Giving me full control mentally and physically. But, of course, being on the other end of my leash is a privilege to be able to obey my every order and try to out beat the last loser. Don't fuck it up and don't speak unless spoken to. I can tell your nervous and well who wouldn't be in my presence? You are going to wait there patiently on your knees, attached to my leash until I give you an order to obey. That will give you time to think about all you will do to please me. Who knows when I will want to use you again and then throw you away until I find use for you? So make every second count. The only words I want to hear come out of that pathetic mouth of yours is "Yes Mistress"