Every year or so, I meet My old high school girlfriends for a drink. I'm about to leave for one such meeting now. Before I go, I want to show you My outfit. I know how weak you are when you see Me dressed in leather, high-heel boots, miniskirt, and a top that reveals My cleavage. As always, even without a chattel in tow, I will have My whip with Me, sticking out of My designer bag, inviting conversation. I enjoy talking about Matriarchy with My girlfriends, inspiring them to take control over men. Just imagine a group of elegant Ladies talking about how I keep your dick locked in chastity. ... Show more