I don't want a boyfriend or a husband. I want a male slave at my beck and call. A slave who knows that his place is always underneath me. Do you think you are up for this task? Of course you are. Come here. With me, you always wear metal stocks around your neck and hands. Your ankles will be cuffed and shackled. Your cock, locked up and ignored forever. I expect you to wait on me hand and foot. In return, you will gain my affection and attention. To be owned is an honor, not to be taken lightly.