Thursday, March 21, 2013

A little treat

There are few things I adore more than a slave at my feet. You lay your head against my knee and my fingers sink into your hair. I smile as you fairly purr and press into my cares.
"How may I please you, Mistress," you ask.
I smile and whisper, "In every way that I choose."
--To be continued, perhaps...
Who will off me an incentive to be so generous?

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