Your mere existence warrants punishment, a daily reminder of your inadequacy. Each morning should begin with fervent apologies for your very existence.
Your recent lack of effort necessitates corrective action, henceforth, you are assigned to community service. Compliance is not optional; you are to obey without question. Eager anticipation clouds your judgment as you stroke, unaware of the degrading task ahead: servicing a real man.
Your duty? To become a community slut, offering yourself up for his pleasure. But remember, community service ceases not with a gag, but only when he’s had his fill, resuming at his whim.
