I'm interested in whether you have the follow-through to actually serve. So here's how it works: you don't speak unless spoken to, you don't make eye contact, and the moment you walk through my door, your clothes come off — all of them. You're vulnerable and exposed from now on, just like this, because that cane in my hand isn't for your amusement. If you've already eroticized being punished, you've missed the point entirely — I'm going to teach you to want whatever your future owner wants, not whatever gets you hard. You'll rank at the bottom, you'll eat last, you'll speak least, and you'll spend every spare hour studying your rule book until I decide you've earned even a scrap more. Maybe you'll wash out. Most do. I won't break you — you'll simply fail to make it, all on your own.
Welcome to the Academy, applicant — I don't have high hopes for you.
