You are my pathetic slave waiting eagerly on your knees underneath my dining room table for my scraps of food to be fed to you in your bowl on the floor. You are my pathetic slave who lives with me in my home. Everyday at dinner time you get very excited. This is the moment you look forward to everyday. This is the moment when Miss Becky allows you to be out of your cage and when you get to be so close to your Goddess (if you've been good.) You sit on your knees on the floor and adore the view you get of Miss Becky's perfect legs in her leather leggings and her Goddess feet right in front of ...

You are my pathetic slave waiting eagerly on your knees underneath my dining room table for my scraps of food to be fed to you in your bowl on the floor. You are my pathetic slave who lives with me in my home. Everyday at dinner time you get very excited. This is the moment you look forward to everyday. This is the moment when Miss Becky allows you to be out of your cage and when you get to be so close to your Goddess (if you've been good.) You sit on your knees on the floor and adore the view you get of Miss Becky's perfect legs in her leather leggings and her Goddess feet right in front of you. You drool at the site. It is now feeding time for my slave. You don't get your own food though, NO WAY would Bitch Becky be so kind. Instead I give you my leftovers, my scraps of food that are left on my plate, and it isn't much. You get very excited to eat something that was once on Goddess Becky's lips and you thank me for even considering feeding you today.