ITALIAN LANGUAGE

Sitting on my throne, in a black pvc dress and knee-length red boots, I call my sissy. She does not arrive. I'm running out of patience already, where the hell has she gone? She should hurry up! I ring the bell again, and after a while she finally arrives. She holds the tray with a bottle and two chocolates in her hand. But what service is this? Not even a glass, not even a container for chocolates, not even a wipe. Pissed off, I kick the tray and make everything fly. I tell her that she is incapable, that she cannot be a sissy, and that now I will punish her like... Show more