In this encounter, I was joined by slave Dutchseat, who willingly placed himself in my care for the day. After patiently waiting, bound in the slave chamber, Dutchseat found himself on the receiving end of a few well-placed welts from my crop, which he graciously thanked me for with some foot kisses.
Dutchseat then served as my personal seat cushion before being treated to a taste of my leftovers. I also tested his tolerance for pain with some trampling, after which he was rewarded with a generous dose of pee straight from the source, which he had no choice but to swallow.