Slave Training

I just love all these self serving, out of shape male half-wits that think they can just stop by when they feel like it and have me entertain their fetish fantasies. Oh, did you bring a little check list of things you expect me to do? Let's get one thing straight, maggot… you're here to serve and entertain me, not the other way around. Do you really think I want to look at your sweaty belly fat rolls jiggling about while your flabby tongue licks the dirt off my boot soles? Nope! If I think you've got any potential to serve me, however, I might just entertain the thought of training you… properly. That means a very strict diet, daily exhausting exercise and total behavior modification. I'll enjoy breaking you down until you're nothing more than a pile of quivering man flab and re-building you as my perfect slave. When I say jump, you don't even ask how high… you just fucking jump. If it's not high enough I'll cane your fat ass until it bleeds and make you jump again. Here's what a typical morning might be like for you. Welcome to my boot camp, bitch. Now get down and give me 50!