Completely egocentric, trapped inside yourself, incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, you are a completely isolated unit. Your responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral, and your intelligence is a mere tool in the services of your drives and needs. You are incapable of of passion, inept at interaction, and unable to relate to anything other than your own physical sensation. You are, in short, half-dead, an unresponsive lump, and utterly incapable of giving pleasure or happiness.
You are aware of these shortcomings: you are aware of what you are, and, more importantly, you are aware of what you are not.You come to me, prepared to humble yourself before me, ready to fall at my feet and be told what you are, because like all men you know, deep down, that you are worthless. Overwhelmed with your vast, pervasive, and diffuse sexuality, you are psychically passive, and deeply ashamed of this passivity, as well you should be.
Having no faith in your nonexistent self, and inherently passive by nature, you feel an inexorable need for external guidance and control to escape the horror of an empty, mindless existence. Although you are completely physical, you are unfit even for stud service: your only purpose is to offer me amusement through the humiliating tasks that I might dream up for you.
My laughter at your failings is your only use. My amusement is your only purpose. To what indignities will I subject you? Which of your many failings will I exploit? What disciplines will I combine with my cruelty to intensify my viciousness? These answers are as unique as your own failures, but each of these considerations can be summed up with one question: