Decorative Basement Slave
My master-sir keeps me as a purely ‘decorative’ slave in his dark and dingy basement. I am permanently confined in a cage in the corner of the basement, wearing a heavy cangue, and my sole interaction with the outside world is to kiss the feet of my esteemed master-sir, and his equally esteemed guests to whom he ‘shows off’ his decorative slave when the fancy takes him. Today, my magnificent master-sir is showing me off to his latest pretty girlfriend, a Thai girl, who is both fascinated and impressed by my lowliness and obedience as I kiss her feet, upon my master-sir’s command, through the bars of my permanent cage. She even giggles as my lowly lips touch her sneakers. It is a nice change for me from having to kiss my master’s hairy toes! Oh, and in case you were wondering, although there is no room for my mighty and ingenious master-sir to swing a WHIP in my cage, he can inflict further punishment upon me by prodding me through the bars with a pitchfork, which he also demonstr...