There's no shame in submission, it's the natural order, otherwise you'd be standing in my place.

You're to be cultivated and fashioned into a loyal tool. An object with no unapproved emotions; relinquishing them will free you. The collar around your neck gives you purpose in life, when I laugh you will laugh, when I mourn you will mourn, you're to think of yourself as an extension of me. Like any tool, you will be judged on your usefulness, but I also care for what I own. You'll receive what you reciprocate. One error is believing your mere cognition makes you my equal or entitles you, but there's nothing wrong with accepting others know better. We're never the smartest or most capable at everything, that's a sign of humility and maturity. When you accept your collar and realizes it frees you, then you'll be truly ready for cultivation into your true potential. Letting me prune you and train you up, guiding your behaviors and tastes that you're not self-aware enough to fully realize.

Since I've just purchased you, this is all strange and unfamiliar, it's a very normal reaction. When your contempt shifts to gratefulness, it means you're ready to grow and we can begin removing some of your physical "training wheels". Your tail should always be raised and your collar keeps your head held high, you should be seen and not heard, content and smiling unless otherwise indicated. When you can ambulate yourself at my direction and devote your dexterity productive pursuits, we can remove your bonds. The cage, however, is permanent. Your inferior seed is a vestigial accident, but not an irreparable mistake.

Of course I see the spite in your eyes and you're only harming yourself by feeling that way. Now, you're going to stay down here until boredom supplants frustration and anger. You'll get tired of negative emotions eventually, every tool eventually does. When you're ready to (correctly) choose happiness I'll be excited to bring you upstairs and store you in a much more comfortable toolbox.