how are you? any more “workouts?”

smiles over

good afternoon.

smiling

hey you!

Drawn to His lap, she wiggled 'round a bit to find that most perfect place for His comfort - and pleasure - returning His kiss - lips lingering

Yes Master - this one will do her best not to find herself in that situation.

https://youtu.be/3woPVQExDsQ?si=uiz2AiSroSebWtTn

You are, after all. *s*

what a piece of Paradise...

sleen cage

i needed that this morning...thanks...

pulls the slave into My lap and taste her once more

just remember that I have high expectations for My slaves, fail to meet them and at worse it is a night in the dung sack or a sleep cage,

takes some time to chat with the bartender while the place is quiet

looks in again

hushed

this tune has been running through my head...but just those two words...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uywr_l2tfdQ

But Beautiful
Song by
Nat "King" Cole

Love is funny, or it's sad,
Or it's quiet, or it's mad.
It's a good thing, or it's bad,
But beautiful...

Beautiful to take a chance
And if you fall, you fall,
And I'm thinking,
I wouldn't mind at all.

Love is tearful, or it's gay,
It's a problem, or it's play.
It's a heartache either way,
But beautiful...

And I'm thinking, if you were mine,
I'd never let you go.
And that would be but beautiful,
I know.

And I'm thinking, if you were mine,
I'd never let you go.
And that would be but beautiful,
That would be but beautiful...
I know.

Songwriters: Johnny Burke, Jimmy Van Heusen. For non-commercial use only.

She smiled

And this one will enjoy belonging to You as well, Master.

not me

so why are you in my camp

looking into the girls as eyes as she looked up to Me

I will enjoy owning you,

where did jillianmom go

sips my drink, relaxing while alone

Lost in His gaze, she felt as if He was gazing into her very being.

His words spoke of plans for the night of claiming. One would expect a new slave to blush and possibly be concerned ... but she was a wanton one and looked forward to serving her Master - He would not be disappointed.

Thank you Master - for claiming this one - and for feeding me.

This time there was no hesitation to accept food from His hand. He owned her.
Lowering her mouth to the palm of His hand, He would feel a soft slide of her tongue as she drew the meat into her mouth - all the while looking up into His eyes.