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Look at you… standing there, trying so hard to impress me. Pathetic. I give you the simplest commands, and somehow, you still manage to fail every single one. Do you even realize how useless you are? Every time you open your mouth or move a muscle, you prove exactly what I already know, you’ll never be good enough. Not for me. Not for anyone. You call that obedience? Please. You’re not a real submissive; you’re just a weak little disappointment pretending you have purpose. Your failures as my slave are just a reflection of your entire life, constantly falling short, constantly proving that you’ll never measure up. And honestly, I love watching it. Watching you try, watching you crumble, watching that look in your eyes when you realize you’ve disappointed me again. That’s your place, beneath me, failing for my entertainment. And you’ll stay there, because that’s all you’ll ever be.