- What do you think I should be standing watching all this? - Threateningly flashing beautiful, domineering, haughty and cold eyes, young, fifteen years old, the lady reprimanded her executor for not having thought about the princess’s chairs, during which she had become the traditional weekly inspection of her possessions and works of her serf slaves.

- On your knees, you yourself will be my chair, since there are no brains, said the Mrs. young princess. The clerk immediately plunged into the mud, substituting his back for the comfortable sitting of his young lady.

It was the summer Sunday heat, the princess was sitting on her slave’s exposed back, throwing a leg over her leg, slightly picking up the hem of a red silk dress, so that her ankle skinny, long and very slender legs were slightly bare. The serf girl held a wide umbrella, providing coolness and shade to her mistress. Another girl was ordered to clean the dirt from the shoes of Mrs., which she diligently did and did, bending over the legs of the young mistress.

- Lick your tongue, you fool, since there is nothing to moisten, you always forget to take everything with you - the young lady punished her.

The beautiful green eyes of Princess with long, petal-like cilia, with a strict, distinct outline of eyebrows exuded beauty and cold. That was the look of the Snow Queen. The young, slightly thin, but very slim body of the young goddess, clothed in silk, was fragrant with freshness, youth and desires. She was really welcome, despite the still very young years. Carefully combed and groomed with the help of her slaves, light brown hair fell a little on the bare thin shoulders of the goddess. Yes, she was a goddess not only in appearance, she was a legitimate goddess, mistress and sovereign mistress for those thousands of serf souls who, by her order, were forced to work on Sunday too.

“The life of these slaves is wholly owned by me, and serves to satisfy my desires, needs and whims,” so said the young lady.

“I will not tolerate in my estate idlers, lazy people and loafers, as did my late Tyata, who, from his imaginary Christian virtues, brought up an entire generation of rogue and freeloaders. They are my slaves, and slaves exist for work. And just for that. You can’t work, be useful and make a profit for the hostess - there’s no need to live, ”the young Hostess reasoned, as she did, declaring her daily labor from her dawn to full darkness, forbidding even serving the local church to the terrible displeasure of the local pop

Some time ago, revolts were being prepared on this issue, but by quickly establishing a network of scammers, Princess Irina managed to identify the instigators in time and, with the help of government troops sent from the province, to pacify their lackeys in the most severe way, thereby protecting Sacred Serf Right. The main conspirators were shackled, on the orders of the young princess there were porosities in public and in shackles, barefoot and in some porticoes straight from the execution sent to Siberia. Few of them survived to the destination, and those who were stronger rotted at penal servitude itself. Their wives and children, on the orders of a young lady, were sold to distant provinces and even into slavery to the Tatars. After this, the desire to rebel and contradict the mistress did not arise in anyone, everything from the young to the great, men, women, women, girls, old people and children with fearful humility began to treat their young mistress. No one remembered what life was like when the late master, who was remembered by Kirill Petrovich, everybody prayed to God that the wrath of young princess Irina Kirillovna would not touch them somehow, otherwise there would be trouble and everyone knew it.

Every Sunday, the Mrs. traveled to one or another part of her ancestral lands, to personally observe how her slaves work, this served them as Sunday, they prayed in order to ward off the misfortune of the masters, and thanked God if the anger had passed.

- What did these women have at a sheaf of hay arranged themselves gatherings on the bench ?! - threateningly glaring his eyes in the direction of a handful of serfs who were crawling around a stack, asked the young goddess.

- Agafya, enough shoes for me to lick, go, bring me these holidaymakers.

Agafya, before diligently licking the boots of the young lady on her knees, immediately went to carry out the order. In a moment three serf women, fallen down, appeared before the young Mistress.

“The mother we have there, madam, do not be angry, giving birth in the field one of your slaves, you cannot leave one, we help ...”

- gives birth to one, or do you give birth to it all together !? - the young lady asked angrily. - What the hell do the rest rest ?! She will give birth, if it pleases God, and I, I see, have a rest, a hunt? Do you think recreational land is cultivated? Well, I'll arrange it for you. Stepan! - the young beauty shouted to her clerk, who all the time meekly played the role of the lady's chair, - Stepan, they wanted to goof around the field, help them, order them to dig a pole in the middle of the field, undress these naked and tie them around the pole with their backs to each other, tightly, and so that they could not sit down, even if they were standing in the middle of the field until dark, others would be edifying what it would be to relax instead of work. Let them stand all night, too, and in the morning flog like a trail and exchange Tatars for horses, let the Tatars play with them, since they don’t want to work, they don’t care much about horses. Husbands will begin to grumble - in shackles and in Siberia! Everything! To perform! - the young lady stamped her beautiful leg straight on Stepan's back.

- No ... stand ... first, harness them instead of horses into my cart, so this red woman has hair like my mare, and she herself is like a mare, healthy, blood with milk, you will root, the rest will be clasped eh ... let's talk!

Having personally taken the whip, the young lady cruelly whipped the peasants harnessed to a cart to the very dark in such a way she rode around her possessions, inducing even greater humility and horror on her serfs. The fortress "mares" completely ill after such races fell into the legs of their mistress, praying for mercy, kissing the boots of a pretty girl-maid, lightly covered with road dust, but in response received more and more blows with a heel and whip that entered the rage of the powerful young princess. Soon, hormones began to play with her too and she wanted carnal pleasures. About dirty, sweaty men, whom a young girl was flogged by her own with a whip every day for a fault, and sometimes it didn’t feel like thinking. Therefore, in order to satisfy the flesh, I took to the bathhouse or to my chambers from the serfs of my contemporaries or girls a little younger, but already with obvious signs of puberty. Very young girls, just cut off from the parental heat satisfied their mistress as she told them. She slept, as a rule, with several girls, 12-13 years old, who had just appeared in shape. The extent and tumult of her fantasies had no limit in punishment as well as in carnal pleasures. During their pleasures, some girls were driven by her passion to death, especially when she sat for a long time with her lovely ass on the face of a young concubine, when the slave’s nose and mouth were completely in her magical hole, pleasing the hostess due to inexperience, the serf girls choked, not daring to somehow resist.

Many, many tears were shed, but no one dared ever to disobey the beautiful Lady. At fifteen, she was incredibly beautiful, intelligent, strict and adamant. There were a lot of men and women on her order, whipping was daily and became commonplace, punishments for the slightest offenses became more and more sophisticated.The descent did not give anyone, people died like cattle, but the rest, the strongest, plowed for the dead, multiplying the condition of their young lady and experienced such a sacred horror before her that they did not even dare to admit what kind of skinny its mistress. At the sight of this fragile, young still in essence, the girls at the hefty, strong men trembled on their knees, their legs weakened themselves, falling down, their forehead rested on the ground and did not dare to look at their Mistress. She truly dominated. She was all for her slaves. She decided their destinies, She and only She determined and ruled their lives. She was their Lady, their Mistress, and it was enshrined at the state level by serfdom.

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