schiavo delle donne

"Alright, honey… enough with the begging now. I’ve thought it over, just like I promised, while you groveled so sweetly... It’s Easter Sunday, after all, I suppose I can indulge you..."

"But My answer is still no. You won’t be joining Me for Easter lunch".

"I want you locked away in that closet with he rest of the things, where I’ll know exactly where you are if my thoughts drift to you. Now, be a good thing and put my shoes back on. I don’t want to be late."

Femdom Concepts II:

Her: Absorbed Her show, She rarely acknowledges his insignificant presence.

Him: Desperate, he grovels for a morsel of Her attention, silently begging for a merciful end of the evening, hoping that his pitiful worship of Her shoed Foot would grant him a fleeting glance of approval...