I'm outside, relaxing in My garden. It's a perfect day for it, I'm just messaging on My phone, writing some notes, enjoying My cigar and a rosé Oh, did I mention that I have My slave in his caged pit at My feet? Yes, I keep him there when I don't require him for something specific. But don't think that I pay him any attention, he can suffer in silence down there in the cramped and uncomfortable underground holding cell. I use the pit (and hence the slave in it) as a receptacle for My spit and My discarded cigar ash. The ignored and depraved slave can only look up at My stunningly long legs...

I'm outside, relaxing in My garden. It's a perfect day for it, I'm just messaging on My phone, writing some notes, enjoying My cigar and a rosé Oh, did I mention that I have My slave in his caged pit at My feet? Yes, I keep him there when I don't require him for something specific. But don't think that I pay him any attention, he can suffer in silence down there in the cramped and uncomfortable underground holding cell. I use the pit (and hence the slave in it) as a receptacle for My spit and My discarded cigar ash. The ignored and depraved slave can only look up at My stunningly long legs in stockings and wait until I decide to let him out....that's IF I decide to let him out!