My conditions of its slavery are strict and merciless. slave is kept in My basement cell in the corner, knelt on the hard ground of the cold and empty cell. slave deserves no possessions, luxury or comfort. I allow it only the necessities of survival, and even these must be earned. I walk to the cell and My high heels echo on the concrete, the anticipation rises in the slave especially when My Goddess scent of leather reaches its senses. The only object in this room besides the slave is a metal bowl that I use for its water. Half a glass is what it gets today, although most of it is spilled on...

My conditions of its slavery are strict and merciless. slave is kept in My basement cell in the corner, knelt on the hard ground of the cold and empty cell. slave deserves no possessions, luxury or comfort. I allow it only the necessities of survival, and even these must be earned. I walk to the cell and My high heels echo on the concrete, the anticipation rises in the slave especially when My Goddess scent of leather reaches its senses. The only object in this room besides the slave is a metal bowl that I use for its water. Half a glass is what it gets today, although most of it is spilled on the floor and on My shoe when pouring it into the metal bowl. I graciously allow the slave to quickly lick the spilled water from My patent leather stiletto. POV angle scene included when I feed the slave water from My soles and cruelly back. I command it to drink what remains from its bowl. It thanks Me between the whips I give it, My words sting even more. Happiness in slavery