How Master's Keep Their Servants ...

... I had a Master, the one who made me accept the inner slave, inner pig, inner servant I was, who, once I moved in with him, gave all of my clothes to charity.  I was left with a pair of jeans, a tshirt, and a pair of flipflops in case I had to go out.  I wish I still had the pics of me he took ... so we'll have to show you these bois.

I know this boi isn't locked; but he soon will be.