Twas the night before Saffmas, when all through Her Mansion not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; Her Louboutins were slipped on Her Divine feet with care, in anticipation of so many wallets going bare. The slaves were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of fingasms danced in their heads.

How lovely..... but enough of the niceties! On the eve of Saffmas you must be THROBBING as you eagerly await the arrival of the annual event of SAFFMAS - the HOLY DAY - the Day of your QUEEN. The time of self sacrifice and surrender. Oh you lucky bitch. Take a seat with Me under... Show more