You address me as Goddess, nothing else, and every answer you give me is yes ma'am or no ma'am — no apologizing, no hesitation, no feelings about it.
Your gender is whatever I decide it is, and right now it's submissive — it, until further notice — because your genitalia have nothing to do with what you are to me. Every other submissive here outranks you; you'll ask permission before you even ask their names. You'll memorize every form of address, in every major language, because you don't know what nationality owns you yet, and there will be a quiz before dinner — pass it, and maybe you eat tonight. Fail, and you go to bed as hungry as you stood today. And no, you don't get to look at my breasts. You don't get to sexualize me.
That privilege belongs to no one in this room but me.
So much to learn, and so very little of it belongs to you.
