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A slave under Me is nothing. A slave of Mine is not meant to say “I” or even to think at the first person because a slave is de facto a non-person. Nothing must personify a slave except the function I attribute to him. I have little tolerance for a male’s personality: in My world these two words are a contradiction in terms. When I reduce a male to servitude I brainwash him to better mould him to My requirements and exigencies. All personality traits must be erased inside and out and I demand that a slave’s appearance should reflect the void My overwhelming Ego and Willpower have left in him. For that purpose I will not only keep My slave naked but I will have his hair shaved on a permanent basis. Shaving My slave’s head is making crudely obvious for all how I castrated him of his ego. Much more effectively than concealing his facial traits behind some awkward mask, depriving a male of his hair as well as any clothing will make him strikingly anonymous and interchangeable. Even in his own eyes there is nothing left of the person he once was. Instead, there is a male animal reduced to the essence of what his enslavement has left of him: an abased and well trained creature destined exclusively to serve and toil for My convenience. His complete baldness and nudity reflect how he has been definitely removed from the world by My will, forcibly cut off from his roots and compelled to renounce all ties with social conventions. It’s true that a shaven head makes a male look stronger, which is perfectly adequate because slaves should be seen as powerful labor tools basically. Yet, when it comes to their ego My slaves will always remain no more than worms slithering at My feet. In My home the expression “naked as a worm” takes its full meaning.