My Friend Mistress and I have just returned, after a long day of shopping, to her Dungeon and the soles of our boots really need to be polished. Obviously our slaves were waiting for us, counting the seconds that separated them from the most important moment of their day. We sat down on the sofa and with a snap of our fingers our boolickers arrived. Both my slave and my friend's do not satisfy our needs so we need to whip their asses to improve the rhythm of their daily work. My slave especially pisses me off because his head is too stiff. My friend and I are very convincing when we educate... Show more