Savour every drop of my spit, just like my owned and collared slave does.

Kept caged in my dungeon overnight and denied of his most basic human rights, my owned slave is in strict training; he will learn to graciously accept his place beneath me and all that comes with being objectified as my property.

It is breakfast time, slave G has not eaten since the day before. I return to the dungeon and lead him out of the standing cage where he patiently waits in-between my visits. He is instructed to the floor, naturally, he must lay beneath my feet.

Peeling a banana, I... Show more