Come here slave... gaze upon our perfection awhile.

Do you see how perfect we are? Dressed in our rubber outfits, looking deliciously untouchable and perfect in this squalor that you will call your home from now on.

Your daily relief from your misery will be our perfect legs gliding into view, your daily meal will be served from under our shoes. You will come to crave and fear our playful nature and polished tones. Knowing that every time we tease you and play with each other it is only to further frustrate you and make your servitude even more difficult to endure...

But like a moth to the flame you will be drawn - one after the other - to sink deeper into servitude and to join our stable of loyal slaves...

Sublime