A slave is someone “who is legally owned by another person.” Scheiße, that means we’re not slaves after all. Servants at best, but certainly not slaves. Because what breaks the chains and sets us free, is the fact that keeping slaves is illegal. So there’s no such thing as legally owned by another person. We’re volunteers and we’re free to walk out whenever we want. We have the law on our side and surely there should be a law against that. We really should change it into something like this:
He had way too much to drink that night. His Wife hated it, he knew that, but boys will be boys, you know. He woke up the next day with a massive hangover and a chastity device round his cock. He tried to pull that bloody thing off (which wasn’t a good idea) and started yelling at his Wife (which wasn’t a good idea either). He threatened to saw it off (the padlock, not his ridiculous dick), but he just didn’t have the guts to do it. Slowly but surely he began to realise that anger didn’t get him anywhere, so he started whining and sobbing like a little boy. But his Wife was like a pitbull; She had him by the balls and She wouldn’t let go. Damned Woman! He remained stubborn for three long days, but then he submitted to Her will. And that’s how it all started: with a lot of beer and a mighty hangover.