I had allowed My young French slave to invite Me to the French Riviera. A privilege for sure. I know that there are so many other slaves out there in the waiting room, knowing about his luck and grinding their teeth in envy.
But on the third day the slave seemed to have forgotten about the luck he had and how he had to behave when with the Goddess. W/we were driving around in his car in Nice, he was looking for a parking space and couldn't find one. So he then started swearing around in French. Swearing aroud like a sailor with Me sitting right next to him. How could he dare? The offen... Show more