In my house, date night for my slave. begins dressed in one of my favourite dominant outfits complete with a glass of . Leather skirt and boots with elaborate spurs. My submissive slave silent and obedient kneeling at my feet. This is my definition of a good relaxing date. He chained, collared, and hooded. Knowing his place in my domain. Worshipping my boots, making out with my boots. This is what slaves deserve and he lucky to receive this treatment from me at all. I can quite easily replace him! What do you think? Want to take his place?