Dressed to impress Myself and Mistress Courtney are poured into Our PVC bodices, wearing complimenting fishnets and stilettos. Ready to punish Our prisoners, We need suitably shining before We go down to the dungeon. The kitchen slaves are busy preparing lunch and cleaning Our chambers, We set about them like easy prey, their little faces terrified they have done something wrong. We share three tongue between Us, one slave to polish Our patent shoes and the other two receive the honour of cleaning Our bodices. So close to Our most sacred sanctums, these slaves are trembling with trepidation... Show more