I am at your feet, MISTRESS, admiring your beauty. I am aware that you consider me less than a doormat. Furthermore, I am aware that my ambition can only be your plant. I'm watching them with a lot of suspicions. You are staring at me with an emotionless expression. Your face shines with sensuality. I know you're unreachable, I know I'm just an object in your hands, rather ... under your feet! So I come and I am captivated by this vision: YOU! That part of you that I'm going to rearrange using my tongue in a minute. However, at best I will be hurt and my balls crushed. There are other men besides me that you can look into your eyes. So the only words I can say are: Thanks MISTRESS!