Sometimes I am wearing a collar, lying down and having to accept what my Master gives me. He likes to remind me where I belong: he spits a lot and generously in my face, smears it, licks it off with his tongue, spits again, I feel completely wet in his saliva... he keeps his hand over my mouth, gives me a few slaps, and then again and again he slobbers a lot on my face because he likes it that way and I have to obey. Sometimes I cry because it's so humiliating for me, but he doesn't care. He licks me even more. Would you like to have me as a toy and use me as well?