I relax, reading a magazine still dressed in My long black lace dress and silky lace top stockings. slave is taking long to serve My drink, a Goddess does not wait. I ring the slave bell and quickly slave appears with My drink, crawling naked and collared. With a snap of My fingers slave becomes My table. Knelt down below My feet, conveniently at arms reach, I put the table cloth on it and use it to hold My glass. The least I expect from a human table is to be able to stay in the position without moving or struggling to hold anything I put on it's back. This slave is an absolutely useless tab... Show more