Men belong in the kitchen. Their sole purpose is to cook, clean, and do a woman’s bidding. We all know this. And in my world, my live-in slave always has work to do. My kitchen needs to be spotless – the dishes washed, the table and counters wiped, the ground vacuumed – all to my standards. I expect my slave to do exactly this, and to fetch me a refreshing beverage as a full day of bossing him around can make my mouth so parched. He lives in the kitchen, and to ensure this, I have him in strict bondage
