Cold Slops

The family who own me can't abide having me in their house overnight, so I am always chained up outside - whatever the weather!

Here you see the mistress of the house kindly bringing me my breakfast bowl of cold slops, composed of the family's leftovers scraped from their dinner plates last night and consisting of half-eaten vegetables and rotting, fatty meat. It really is very kind of my owners to serve me their cold, rejected leftovers. Many Gynarchy slaves must survive on a diet of cold 'slave-mush' - a tasteless, but ultra-cheap, gruel which is barely fit for human consumption. At least I get to taste real food - albeit food that is by now congealed and with any goodness already sucked out of it!

Greeting my mistress as she unchains me from the outside wall


I must show my gratitude, particularly as she has brought me my breakfast!


I kiss the boots of the one who daily whips me, feeds me and uses me


She is one of my masters


I am therefore at her female mercy


She switches feet so that I may kiss-respect BOTH her boots!


I'm hungry, and can't wait to tuck into my bowl of cold, leftover slops!


But mistress/slave protocols must first be fulfilled!


At last she kindly places the bowl of cold, congealed slops onto the ground


I greedily tuck in as my mistress turns and walks away from me


Such an act of kindness on her part - feeding me REAL food!


Albeit food which has already been partially inside her, and her family's, mouths!


 

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