The filthiest mud under my boot is becoming my slaves' meal as days go by. Today they are lucky because there is plenty of it trapped in my ankle boot rubber soles. I've been very kind to bring enough mud for two, so each one could eat his daily portion. I've read that mud it's very healthy for slaves. I'm also kind enough to dress it with my spit and my cigarette ashes. Am I not the most caring Mistress the could find?

Il fango più sporco sotto i miei stivali sta diventando sempre di più il pasto dei mie schiavi, col passare dei giorni. Oggi sono fortunati perché ce n... Show more