

Every fibre of your being quivers at the thought of being knelt in my presence. You look up at me, towering over you, every inch the perfect man and your inferiority has never felt more overwhelming. You are overcome with the need to serve, to submit, to sacrifice everything you possibly can to enrich the life of the man before you. This is who you are. This is why you exist. To resist this is to live a lie. Embrace your purpose at my feet. Thank me for allowing it.