Rest break! But you are still needed!
myself or my dog when not in use, till boredom may you part, waiting with the chain and irons imposing a heavy constant reminder of your place, only wishing I would visit as your pathetic nub strains in its tiny locked cage, feeling the ache of wanting to spit the gag out but you are just a slave, in its place. And when I enter that room, you’ll get a good blow to the face from my boots to wake you up.


















