A latex girl thing

“How about women?”

“Honestly I’m straight, Master, but I’ll go ‘gay for pay’ when I need the bills taken care of. Don’t get me wrong: women are nice for simple pleasure, but women just don’t have…” Slave stopped and fought with herself a little to come up with a good word or explanation. Instead, she skipped like a broken record and said, “Sperm.”

Rusty cocked his eyebrow. “You’re really hung up on sperm, aren’t you Slave?”

She appeared to be thinking again. She tried to help articulate her point with her hands and other gestures. “If I may, Master, say something that would piss a lot of people off in our community: I believe all men should be dominating women. It’s just my opinion, but whether it was God or Gaia that decided it, men are physically and emotionally superior to women, and should always be owners. We’re better at being subjects, not rulers. We need to be tamed. We need to be taught. We cause more trouble, and more damage, running around without a leash and without a man holding it. What consummates a man’s control over a woman than that creamy white goodness that erupts from your hard cock?”