Listen up, slave. From this moment on your only job is to serve and to clean. You will watch me and the man I choose, kneel when I say kneel, and do exactly as you're told. All the mess you dream about? It’s yours to collect. You will taste what we spill, wipe what we leave behind, and beg for permission before you breathe. Nothing is off limits — your mouth, your hands, your pride — all surrendered for our convenience. You will cook for us and clean the kitchen until it sparkles, then scrub the sheets and polish the mirrors so they reflect only our faces. You will wear the apron and the shame, cook our meals, serve our drinks, and stand silent while we enjoy what you will never have. If we want you to kneel and clean the floor with your tongue, you will do it without complaint. If we want you to fetch, to kneel, to kiss the soles of our shoes, you will move like a good little servant. Every command I give is a test. Fail and you will be reminded of your place. Succeed and you still remain beneath us — rewarded only with crumbs and permission to keep watching. You exist to be useful, to be humiliated, and to fund my pleasures. Keep your eyes on me; keep your hands ready; keep your mouth clean for the next order. Submit. Serve. Clean. Repeat. You were born to serve Ebony Goddess Aspen Aires — and tonight you finally learn exactly what that means.
