You're here for our amusement, and our amusement alone," I start, my voice echoing throughout the room with an unforgiving coldness that sets the tone for what's to come. "You are an object, a plaything, something for us to use and discard when we're done. Your wants, your needs, your dignity; they mean absolutely nothing in this room."
"I want you on your knees, worshipping my feet. They deserve your complete admiration, your utter devotion," I continue, my voice calm and composed, yet filled with an authority that demands compliance. "Meanwhile, my friend will take you from behind. I hope the blend of humiliation and pleasure will drive you insane. Remember, you are nothing more than a tool for our pleasure. A hole for my friend, a foot servant for me."