You are my slave, you know it and you are delighted with it. And as such, you must be useful to me, otherwise I will throw you into the gutter and take another of the many who wish to be in your privileged position.
I often remind you of all this, just as I often punish you, I make you feel inferior to me, and I use you as a rug, to put on you my delicate feet clad in high boots, which make you melt, like good fetishist you are.

Today I will leave the marks of my nails on your skin, your chest and abdomen will be my canvas, and my scratches will remind you who you belong to. Show more