The true order of things is when my slave crawls to my feet waiting and wishing for me to padlock his collar and put him in his rightful place at the end of my chain leash! I sit and enjoy the view, looking down at my property eagerly licking the soles of my expensive leather boots. How delicious can life get at my feet?

The true order of things is when my slave crawls to my feet waiting and wishing for me to padlock his collar and put him in his rightful place at the end of my chain leash! I sit and enjoy the view, looking down at my property eagerly licking the soles of my expensive leather boots. How delicious can life get at my feet?