Training a male slave not to lust or aspire to his female betters
As naked as they, chatting with her friend, she had ignored him, as she did with any male who submitted his natural manhood and became a slave. However today, the male slave sparked a wicked though in her mind as Verity watched him, sweat glistening upon his naked and tanned flesh as he worked under the sun; collar on his throat, on his hands and knees, with a brush held between his teeth, and buckets, cleaning the tiles of the patio. Verity guessed he was being punished for he had also had a humiliating tail inserted in his rear.
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