You know you are not a real man to me. You are a slave, nothing more.
I know you avoid the thought of me being with real man. You feel inadequate - and jealous. I hate jealousy in my slaves, you should keep that in mind. Whenever I sense and kind of it, be sure I will rub your nose in it with an extra-dose of cruelty.
As a logic consequence, I will want you to meet my man as well!
Imagine the situation... You know I hate you being jealous and now I made you wait for the both of us in a hotel room you booked.
On your knees of course, naked - except for panties and a chastity belt.
You hear our steps in the hallway... the door...
This will be a fun-day! At least for us...