- Thank you, Mrs. He is so courteous, so gallant ... Too much!

- Have you been intrusive?

- No, Madam, I only ...

- He just wanted to catch a small male orgasm ... Well, I allowed him ... Excuse me, for the sake of ...

- I.e?

- Yes, everything is fine. Mrs., wonderful servant, pleasant companion! All perfectly!

- Wait, what are you, finished ... there ... without me?

- No, Madam, you know me ...

- Well, okay, that was, then passed. Madam forgive us.

- I have to tell you ...

- Shut up! Speak, Lady!

“Madam, you know that your slave is a delicate connoisseur of a pedicure.” Well, I begged to see my ... option.

- This is a lie, Mistress !!!

- Shut up !!! Or I'll gag you, go on!

- I fell on my knees, blew me apart, prankster, began to look at my legs, then I admired, well, and there went the licking, the kisses. It turns out that he really loves women's foot sweat, dirty stockings, he sniffed, he sucked, well, jerked off, but with permission! And I thought that you would not mind, released, while you were busy and that's it. As a porn magazine or sex site, this is not a slave treason? True? You left me for yourself, or did I blunder? By the way, he is so insatiable in you, she loves female nectar very much, but I refused him ... it's not good somehow in your house, I urinate your slave's mouth! Do not punish him, please, he licked me so cool today, according to your order! Please, let's continue!

Gingema approached the Madame, numb with anger, clearly desiring to caress her.

- Madam, this is not true! This is vile ...

- I, in my opinion, told you to shut up. - quietly said Mrs.

- Madam, be indulgent, well, what to do from an elephant fly! Well, he's a fetishist, and fetishists always love their fetish, and not the woman with this fetish! So, it's not his fault that he is so ...

- Shut up both. You kissed her feet, yes or no?

- No, Madam!

- Tell the truth, otherwise the irreparable will happen. You will lose everything !!!

- True, no!

- Oh, Madam, he is such a refined naughty boy, tell me, only honestly you touched the lips of my toes, only the truth!

- Yes, but ...

- Did you take their mouth?

- It was not ...

- Did you smell them?

- Yes, but everything was wrong, but ...

- Well, you see you need to tell the truth, then Madam, maybe it will forgive! And it is even worse to lock up, we forgot a little about her ...

- It...

- Shut up! Did you kick her on your knees?

- Alas, yes.

- And, on your cheek was the sweat of my legs? - Gingham interferes.

- Was, but ...

- The taste of the feet was sweet and salty?

- Yes, that taste ...

- Did your feet smell like sweat?

- Yes, sorry, the stench was ...

- A golden rain, and the sperm that you poured on the floor? - Tarator Gingema.

- It was not!

- All this was, Madam, he is also a coward bold! Well, I did not give you urine, well, that I should take revenge for it! I just respect the Lady!

- Shut up !!!

The lady stood up and stately went to the winter garden. Gingema and I minced after her, arguing and cursing each other, but the face of the Mistress was already aloof. Going into the winter garden, she looked around the room, found her cigarettes on the shelf, lit a cigarette:

- Where did you sit?

Gingema pointed to two wicker chairs. Mrs., pointedly disdaining, sat in the third, untouched by us. We chatter, interrupting each other. I swore to all that is dear and holy to me, Gingema asked forgiveness for both of us, who were allegedly interested in sex. We stood around her legs on our knees.

- Shut up. - The Black Queen said very quietly.

We stopped and from her voice on my back ran goosebumps. Silence was deathly. Like Julia Lambert, she skillfully knows how to pause! Long, scary minutes. Just hear the crackle of her cigarette crackle. She immediately lights a second one.

- It will be so. I'm leaving. Forever and ever. He is yours, she is yours. We are no longer familiar! Do what you want.

- Not! - I scream.

- Not! Shouts Gingham.- I can not lose you! I have these slaves even eat ass, and you, you are the only one!

- Solved! Now you, Gingema, Lady, or whatever your name is, spend with me a cool, professional session with this slave, your slave, and you, if I’m at least something dear to you, will do everything as she says! She will be your mistress. I will be watching!

- No, Mrs. I will not do that. - I scream in madness!

- Do, since I, your Lady, order you, this is my last instruction to you. Or do not fulfill my order?

- I will do whatever you wish! But...

- Do, slave! And you, Mrs. Gingham - the same! I demand both respect my decisions!

- What to do?

- Do I have to teach you a pro? Little what?

- Can we have a smoke with him, tune in?

- Smoke, drink, eat what you want to do, but do not pull! All, do not contact me anymore. I am a silent statue.

- Smoke the slave, it is necessary, work !! - Gingema speaks in a falsely doomed voice, and a sideways glance at me frankly victorious look: “How I made you! That's it! ”

The cigarette was smoked, a sip of water and the scene moved. Gingema abruptly gets up and goes to the center of the room. She effectively pulls off a silver wig, exposing a completely shaved head. From the crown of the neck comes a bright tattoo, depicting a broom, a mortar and flying out from under the broom of a whirlwind of stars. She clearly enjoys my shock from her demonic charm! This is the rare case when the shaved head of a woman is not ugliness, but a creepy, sexually stunning look. Her hand powerfully rises and an index finger pokes into the space at her feet. I look dreadfully at the Lady, but she has completely gone into herself. There is nothing to do and I crawl under the feet of this devil. Gingema, relishing, examines his slave and begins:

- So, enough snot! Decision is made. Bring me a cuff!

- I obey!

On the knees of the seed for the leather lining and respectfully I give the former maid. She quickly dresses her up. He lowers his hand, I fix the lacing and get a powerful slap in the face.

- This is - for dating. I am your madam, madam Gingema. You are my slave. You love me, I'll come up with a nickname for you later. Take heed I have different principles than those that were here. I am a lady 24 hours a day, I am a lady morning, afternoon, evening and night, you are a slave 24 hours a day, morning, afternoon, evening and night. I live with two permanent slaves: a male slave named Urfin Dzheus, “jock”, moron, bisexual and bestiality, he is my driver, bodyguard, if necessary - a bouncer. Slave - Ellie, Chinese, bisexual and zoofilka, fucks like a Singer machine 23 hours a day, an hour - to eat, sleep, go out of need. Unique in subtle oriental sadism, even Urfin is afraid of it. They fully serve me. From cleaning the house and cooking to the mouth with my stool. The toilet is for slaves only. I urinate and cocoa in them. Every time I decide who is in front, who is behind. From 15 to 20 coming slaves. Urfin and Ally provide the schedule of my receptions, control the payment, courier functions, etc. Ally and Urfin, in addition, earn ... Read more →