Test of slavery 3
Welcome male specimen. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You are wondering why I wear a plaster tape on my cheek. Well, I was less kinky than they expected me to be. The ladies were disappointed by my performance and now I need to serve as a hostess in this institution. Maybe they will throw me out, I am so worried, and I would never be able to climb up the career ladder. You wonder, what makes me feel in this way? We both know what’s the secret behind. The only difference is that we are at different ends of the line, aren’t we haha. You like to crawl in the dirt whereas I belong to the top!
However, for now you need to sign the institution’s contract. We cannot be charged for any health issues which might occur during your stay. (haha I am just wondering. I guess I will ask the ladies to change this phrase after you sign – into “for the rest of your disgusting life within this institute”) Further, if you anyhow make it to see Lady Victoria you will throw yourself immediately to the ground, face down into the dirt. Smell it, lick it, ass up and show your willingness to offer yourself to her.
We all belong to her, but we are seen as her right and left arms. Her personal judging unit to judge the losers, a pale thing like you. In fact, I doubt that you will ever earn the right to see her, but just for the possibility we need to clarify the procedure. Now go, and enjoy the presence of the ladies.