Whenever I desire a tea, no matter what time of the day, it is a live-in chattel's responsibility to deliver it to Me, brewed precisely as I like it. My boys exist to serve Me, their Owner, and right now I am in the mood to be worshiped. There's nothing better than a relaxing cigarette while My chattel focuses his attention on adoring My bare feet. My chattel is permanently locked in chastity, so the mere act of licking and kissing My toes and soles is a highly arousing opportunity for him. But it's not going to be all pleasure for sit, as in the end he will be My trash bin and will have to... Show more