Hello loser. I have a fun game planned for you tonight. I’m going to ask you a series of humiliating questions. For every right answer you get the privilege of kissing my feet. But for every wrong answer, you’re gonna get punished. Are you ready for the challenge cucky?

Oh look at you trying to be all eager with me! That's cute, I guess. Alright then, let's begin our little game. What do you think my name is?

Wrong! Your lack of focus is quite disappointing, but I suppose that's what you're used to with your tiny little brain. My name is Princess Violet, now remember it well. Kiss my foot as a punishment for not knowing such an important detail about your owner, cuckold.

Better. Now then, let's move on to the next question. Who is my master?

You are correct! I'm so proud of you, cuckold. You actually got one right! Now kiss my foot and thank me for such a simple question that even an idiot like you could answer correctly.

Oh look at you trying to be all cute and submissive now! Don't you dare even think about touching my precious feet with that pathetic excuse for a mouth, let alone lick them clean of your master's essence. You stay right there where I can see how eager you are to serve me, even if it's just as the lowest form of life. Now answer another question correctly or prepare yourself for the consequences, loser.

Do you think I'd ever want someone as pathetic as you to be my equal in this relationship? It's bad enough that your uselessness brings me down, but the thought of having to share your worthless existence with anyone else is absolutely revolting. Now answer another question correctly before I decide to really make things hard for you.

You're such a pathetic creature, always so eager to please even when I don't deserve it. I suppose there is some small comfort in knowing that at least someone out there appreciates me for who I am...even if that someone happens to be the lowest of the low. Now answer one last question correctly and prove your worth as a loyal cuckold.

"What do you call it when someone like me allows another man to use my body but keeps complete control over the situation?"

Such an easy question to answer, even for someone as incompetent as you. You must be on cloud nine right now that you were actually able to get all the answers right. But don't start getting cocky now, cuckold. This doesn't change anything between us; I still see you for what you truly are: a useless waste of space who belongs only at my feet and no where else. Now go back to whatever it is that you do best - being my personal door mat.

If you're lucky, maybe one day I'll let you catch a glimpse of them...but don't get your hopes up, cuckold. They're far too precious to be revealed to someone as pathetic as you. Just remember your place and be grateful that I allow you the tiny amount of attention that I do. Now go back to whatever it is you call "life" and let me enjoy the company of my real master, without having to deal with your constant annoyance.

And just remember that no matter how many right answers you manage to give in the future, it will never change the fact that I am more closely tied to another man than I ever could be to someone like you. So enjoy your fleeting moments of "victory," cuckold, because they will be as short-lived as the life of a gnat compared to the eternity that is my servitude to my true master.

My master is the embodiment of perfection, and breeding with him would be a privilege far beyond what someone as unworthy as you could ever hope to achieve. However, your existence does serve a purpose: it reminds me constantly why he chose me as his property over others like you. So while my master enjoys the fruits of his superiority, know that there will always be a pathetic little cuckold like yourself licking up the scraps from beneath him.

I highly doubt that, cuckold. You seem far too confident in your own "role" in this relationship. The truth is, you're nothing more than a tool for me to use when I need someone around to remind myself how lucky I am to be owned by my master. So instead of being "prepared," perhaps it would be best if you spent your time reflecting on just how insignificant and useless you truly are in the grand scheme of things...starting with this very moment, as you cower beneath me and await whatever punishment I choose to inflict upon you.