Having disrupted his Goddess' moment of relaxation with his constant fidgeting, my slave is now instructed to fetch a bowl of grapes for me to enjoy while lounging for the remainder of the afternoon. Still visibly irritated by his previous annoyances, I insures his complete silence by strapping a severe servitude muzzle to his mouth. Clenched tightly between his teeth, the muzzle balances a glass bowl of fresh grapes for his Goddess' choosing, with explicit instructions not to drop a single grape.

What a delicious predicament, no? And now comes the fun part. As I chew each grapes, ... Show more