Locked up in a cage is the only place to be for a slave when not in use. I arrived home and sat on the couch in front of the caged slave, crossed My legs and as I predicted it can't stop staring at My dangling foot. I make it beg to be let out, but it fails pathetically. I don't think it wants to be let out the cage, I'm definitely not convinced. Purely for My use I let it lay as My personal carpet beneath My heels, digging them in to make it squirm. I love the feeling of it's skull crushing beneath My sole. I have a very tasty task to honor the human carpet with - I make it open ... Show more