A mistress's eyes narrow as she examines her new slave's crotch, a disappointed sigh escaping her lips. "This," she says, pointing at his meager package, "is unacceptable. I require a tool, a weapon, not a..." she pauses, searching for the right word, "toy." She grabs him by the chin, her nails digging into his skin. "You will train, slave. You will grow. You will become a man worthy of my time, my attention, my... use." She releases him, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "And if you fail... well, let's just say I have creative ways to make you regret your inadequacy."