At first we thought our Lady Selina Morgan had brought us something from the sausage counter. Somehow there was something wrapped in cling film. But on closer inspection it was just the old slave she brought over. We suspect that's how it keeps the victim fresher for longer. Like spiders, who also wrap up their prey.
It has always been difficult to find really good staff. But now you can just forget a large part of the people on the job market. Unreliable, unthinkable, clumsy. All of this is worded far too politely. But if you don't get good staff, you can just mold it yourself like modeling clay or warm bread dough.
Apparently, she likes to smoke. After all, she has a cigarette on the penis. Wait, did we read that correctly? On the penis? Do you think this is not possible? So where are we here? Well, first of all, it's not her penis. You can be pretty sure of that.
It was a fantastic weekend for Mistress Madita. Such wonderful weather and only the best of champagne. Look at his breathtaking body, these silky breasts and legs longer than river Nile.
Here we are again. Or our Lady Iveta is back and presents us and you a new masterpiece. But what are we talking about? 2 masterpieces. A real symphony. The question that arises here at the beginning is, what do you start a day with? Of course, with the newspaper and a warm croissant. But not with Lady Iveta. A proper inspection of the slave is part of the early program.
That's the nice thing about Miss Yuna's sessions. You are constantly experiencing something new. Sometimes you also feel like a piece of meat at the sausage counter. At least if she wraps your face with some cling film. Breathing after we have learned is just a luxury. And luxury is not for Miss Yuna's slaves.
Welcome to the Sado-ladies world of unbreakable records! We've all had them. Uncatchable and never achieved. Unspeakable atrocities and misdeeds that only served a single purpose. To be the best. Not a day goes by without a new milestone of meanness. No sunset without new superlatives in one of the countless studios of our ladies!
Yes, it was a long, long time ago. Old fairy tales usually begin with this opening phrase. And of course, we can also tell stories. Stories of severity, harshness, humiliation and mean stepmothers.
Admittedly, our Lady Selina Morgan is not a shy deer. So in no way. But that's exactly what gives her a decisive advantage every now and then. You don't have to invest that much energy to flatten a slave.
It's really quite simple. The mistress sets tasks and these must be fulfilled to her fullest satisfaction. But one or the other slave may not take it that seriously. What is going on in the mind? We don't know and of course we would be very different. Because to get into the destructive hands of Lady Johanna. No thanks. Whereby. Nevermind, that's another topic.
Preparation is everything. Not only when you really want to fuck the slave in the ass. Actually, the dirty little dog deserves a really nice dry fuck. With a lot of pain and friction like sandpaper. But our Madame Eva-Liliel is not a monster and knows how to prepare the small, narrow and dirty hole for penetration.
The most important thing is always to warm up beforehand. Our old sports teacher always gave us that on the way. Of course, it's the same with a session. Here muscles have to be stretched and straightened. Not that our Domina Liane is still pulling herself a little.
Where has our Lady Iveta been again? A walk in the woods? A walk through the park in the moonlight? In any case, she probably needed the heavy boots today. And how heavy. Her slave seems to like it.
Sorry but I can’t hear you. Sometimes you need to talk a little bit louder when Mistress Cloe is swinging her frightening leather riding-crop. Even if the sound of the impact is so damn loud, that poor little servants voice is overlaid.
Do you still remember the old days? When technology wasn't that advanced? The first USB ports appeared on the PC and everything became easier? Devices could be easily installed. Without much effort, the printer ran as if by magic. Yes, those were the days of plug and play.
Page 9 of 14
