I have lost count of the days I have spent in the bunker with my slave.
He has no idea either but that’s ok – he’s only here to be useful to me anyway!
I use him as a footstool, resting my big heavy Timberland boots on his face, making him lick the soles.
I then decide to partake in a little natural stress relief, and use his dirty little mouth as my ashtray!
Gotta get through this somehow, right?!
