Our Disposal

I snap you in from the bathroom, your new home and over to Master and My bed. Weakened by my nude hose, you jump when I snap. You are to be used at our complete disposal. You sniff my ass, you sniff his ass. We do not go out of our way to impress you. In fact, Master even goes as far as taking away your day off and giving you meaningless tasks such as lines and disgusting duties. We are your entire being. Your new religion.