When I start My day at the OWK I always have one of My many servants with Me when eating My breakfast to tend to My every need. Dressed in My white satin gown I settle down in My chambers for some breakfast as My naked slave looks on. Enjoying My toast I decide to give My slave his breakfast. What will that be I hear you ask ?, Well let Me tell you. I spit some of my chewed up toast onto the floor and then spit all over it. I send My slave to his knees and eat it all up from the floor. Next up a lovely hand massage to wake up My pretty hands as I will need them later to whip My slaves. My slav...

When I start My day at the OWK I always have one of My many servants with Me when eating My breakfast to tend to My every need. Dressed in My white satin gown I settle down in My chambers for some breakfast as My naked slave looks on. Enjoying My toast I decide to give My slave his breakfast. What will that be I hear you ask ?, Well let Me tell you. I spit some of my chewed up toast onto the floor and then spit all over it. I send My slave to his knees and eat it all up from the floor. Next up a lovely hand massage to wake up My pretty hands as I will need them later to whip My slaves. My slave still looks hungry so we cant have that. How about this banana I have thrown onto the floor and covered in My spit and just for good measure and taste I have also dropped my cigarette ash onto it. Now then what a slave needs every morning to remind him of his place, a nice hard caning. Let Me see those lovely red stripes forming on his bottom before I spit into his mouth and send him on his way. Media Type