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this is a message from one of my best slaves::

Frenchmaid lola prostrate at your feet, knees, eyes down, Queen Mistress.
Thank you for those kind and sensitive messages, Queen Mistress, You are the unborn maidlola expectancy.
Frenchmaid lola would be educated, conditioned, enslaved to become your devoted offered slave, with the uniforms required by Mistress, proud to prostrate myself at your feet, you serve, do the cleaning, ironing, cooking ... before being punished for any mistakes made during the service, Queen Mistress.
Frenchmaid lola would also be educated to offer its ports to the pleasures of Queen Mistress and her friends.
Frenchmaid lola is also disturbed by your so pretty legs sheathed in low seams stockings, you do what you want from me, Queen Mistress. By me in a faithful and complete servitude, you will make me the happiest of "bitches", Queen Mistress.

I wish you a sweet and pleasant night, Queen Mistress

Your slavishly, Mistress

frenchmaid lola

nice message I got from a slave today:

Hello Queen Mistress,

I prostrate myself at your feet, knees, eyes down, humble "worms" at the feet of a "star".
Thank you for your kindness and attention to the "little" maid I am, Queen Mistress.
You have class, is a privilege to serve you than I deserve probably not, Mistress venerated.
I humbly offer to you, Queen Mistress in order to become a perfect slave at your service, Venerated Mistress.
Being educated and transformed into delicate and caring servant, willing and available to your desires, Venerated Mistress.
Of course, a servant must be grateful to her mistress, you serve is an honor and a reason to be a slut like me, Queen Mistress. I will submit to your will with pleasure, satisfy your desires or those of your friends, Mistress.
I thank You for Your grace and your beauty, I hope one day to deserve the honor of working for you, Queen Mistress.

Your slavishly, Queen Mistress

frenchmaid lola

i nearly dropped dead with pure desire when i set eyes on Mistress
that day. She was dressed in a tiny black corset that hugged Her
petite frame and which pushed Her pert, gleaming breasts even higher
up. Her long, lithe legs were encased in black-seamed fishnets bearing
the unmistakable imprint of Wolford and, of course, Her nubile young
feet were blessed in towering Loboutains which pushed Her tight and
mind-fucking ass up to teasing perfection.

Her hair, now as dark as Her cutting wit, was piled up in a ponytail
and She wore the same patronising smirk that had cruished countless
men over the years. i was doomed and I knew it but there was no way i
could refuse a summons from this supreme Bitch Goddess.

i had been told to report for severe wallet raping, face slapping and
best of all, use as Her personal urinal. "Come over here cunt!" She
barked. i crawled over Her wooden floors to sit at her heels and She
gazed down on me with pure revulsion. "Before you take Me shopping I
need to give you some corrective treatmenrt for your recent failings."
Without warning, Her five-inch heel was pinned to my groin and ground
in harshly as i winced.

"On your fucking knees CUNT!" She sneered. No sooner had i assumed the
position than Mistress rained a vicious, open-handed slap across my
pathetic pig face. It stung so bad but it was worth it for Her
pleasure. And then another, and another from both hands. My face stung
and was crimson red as the assault raged on and Her laughter echoed
around Her house. Slap, slap, slap, slap . . .

Tears rolled down my swollen cheeks and i noticed Her vermillion pink
nipples slowly grow to hardness as my pain increased. She was a
mind-fucking bitch who was aroused by ruining and using pigs like me
and i was a willing victim. my addiction to this young beauty was
complete.

"Into the bathroom Alan!" She barked, the use of my lowly name
tripling my humiliation. i scurried into the porcelain hell that
awaited and listened to the mind-melting click clack of her heels as
Goddess Grace paced around Her room shouting abuse at me. And then,
the Goddess was towering over me with a vicious grin lighting up Her
beateous face and her hot, pink tongue flicking out like a vicous
viper set on my complete degradation.

"Wanna drink oinker?" She taunted and i watched with hypnotised and
unbelievable eyes as Her long, graceful finger slowly peeled back the
gusset of Her corset to reveal Her smooth, burning hot pussy. The
first sprinklings of Her Goddess nectar came slow, dripping onto my
eager up-turned face. "Lap it Alan, lap it!" She giggled as i strained
not to miss a drop.

Mistress, for extra tormet, let one of Her firm and perfect breasts
fall from Her corset and tweaked the nipple seductively as i sprawled
on the floor like the abject fucking dog i was. "Ooooh look at Alan
piggy stare!" She cooed as my needle dick throbbed helplessly. And
then came the flood, a great deluge of sweet Goddess champagne
spurting from that heavenly pussy and straight onto my already
drenched face. i was hosed down, blasts of sweet piss streaming over
me, matting my hair and going straight up my nostrisl and down my
throat.

"Drink it CUNT!!!!!!!!! Drink it!!!!!!!!" Mistress screamed as my
shrimp cock exploded in my pants and encrusted my tighs with my own
male filth.

i would lick every drop of Mistress's nectar and my own spume up as
she prepared to really FUCK me UP!

Miss Grace was in the mood for torment. She paced around her bedroom
in front of her walk-in wardrobe and surveyed the many, many items of
clothing that pay pigs, loser cunts, and mind-fucked males had sent
her over the years.

"Hmmmm," she hummed to herself, her full red lips puckered into a
girly pout and then lit up with one of the devilish smirks that had
sent many a weak man into financial and psycholoigcal ruin.

Her stunning collection of high, high heels (Manola, Laboutain, Choo)
were lined up under an equally extensive assortment of dresses she
wore to extract the most cash from pigs and slaves. Her Wolford
stockings were folded neatly alongside the La Perla and Agent
Provocateur lingerie many wallets had been raped to pay for.

"What to wear . . . " she cooed and the very thought sent her
constantly-erect vermillion pink nipples stiff and tingling. Slowly
she drew out a pair of stockings and slid them up her long lithe legs
and fastened them to her Janet Regar midnight black thong. She then
slid into a pair of Laboutains that complimented her smooth long limbs
to perfection and admired herself in one of the many full-lenght
mirrors that adorned her bedroom.

Her breasts stood firm, pert and proud on her sculpted body, the very
sight of them giving her an erotic thrill. If it was sexy for her it
would be torture for any man lucky or, indeed, unlucky enough to cross
her path today. "Bra or no bra?" she thought, knowing full well she
did not need one. This would have to be delicate: too much of her
pointed pink nipples brushing up against her crisp cream-coloured
blouse and too many car crashes and bruised foreheads fro men walking
into each other in mouth-gaping amazement as her full but pert tits
jiggled on by causing prolonged wanking sessions for abject males.
And, she tittered, smouldering looks of desire and hatred from lesser
females . . .