When I return home I usually have one or two slaves waiting for me. Today I had one as my ashtray and the other as my trampling carpet, to ease the stress and to calm me down, making me joyful trough his pain. My red stiletto sandals are the perfect instrument to make my slave suffer. He hates them because he knows he is only able to bear their pressure for a very limited time. The little wounds the leave are beautiful and also long lasting, so he has no chance to forget that he is my human carpet.

Quando torno a casa di solito ho uno o due schiavi che mi aspettano. Oggi ... Show more