Hello, new spit slave. Since I could find no other use for you, I thought it would be fun to put your head in a head box with your ankles and wrists restrained to the floor while I spit on you. Glob after glob of My sweet spit smacks your face as I tower over you and laugh. You're so pathetic, I think I'll leave you there with your face mask of spit until it dries and needs to be reapplied.