There have been many males that have passed through my acquaintance that have been incompatible with my desires. Not that they are poor in mannerisms or ability to serve, merely that they do not mesh with my training towards service regimen. They simply were not meant to be mine. A few I have even directed towards other ladies. 

I am confident in my demands of that which I expect from the honored few whom have earned their place at my feet, and have no doubt that it is a spot which must be striven towards with absolute devotion and dedication. There is no acceptance of tepid performances. Think of it as that of a roman gladiator whom must conquer every obstacle(task) to remain free of the lion's rendering teeth(my wrath). If half hearted attempts were enough, then there would be no challenge, therefore one could not take pride in much deserved laureates(my praise). Therefore if I do not feel that you possess the traits and qualities which I deem required, I shall then wish you well, and send you about your way with the hope that you find the One to whom your allegiance will be accepted.

Recently I released a male that had been under my consideration for only a short period of time, and he was without doubt disappointed with my decree, even though I had made my guidelines clear, and do better slips were allotted to him accordingly for behavior. Something to be understood is that when a lady outlines what is and what is not acceptable, you as a servant must either choose to align your attitude and speech to her liking, or else excuse yourself from her service. Never expect for her to change up her own protocol and rules to suit you. It simply is beyond the pale of arrogance, and by now boys should already know that all traces of male ego must be deferred to the realm of vanilla life if they aspire to selfless service.

You would think that from my previous posts that I expect perfection, and in part that is accurate. The part that you are not privileged to behold is that the males who come to me upon bended knee do so in complete acceptance that they are like that of a blob of wet clay in my eyes. My hands,my rules,my desires,my training molds them into the shape of a boy who becomes the epitome of perfection to my perception. There will be imperfections within a raw product as expected, but with time and patience all of the rough edges will be smoothed away.
Know that when you are prostrate begging to be allowed into my divine presence that if your driving force is your pleasure,then you will be denied any further audience with me. Only those with the heart and soul of a slave would comprehend what it is that I find most pleasing in personality and demeanor, therefore if after a male has read my words,and has not a clue as to what I refer, then he is not meant to be mine. As always I hold hope that each shall find their way in service to a lady, I simply do not possess the time to lead them all along the path.