My fiancé just told me her Bull is coming to town next weekend which is my birthday. And it’s the beginning of Locktober. It’s going to be a rough month for me
I fucking own every inch of you. Physically… and mentally. You’re nothing but a pathetic little bitch. You’re under my feet where you belong. Nothing more.
Making my slave dress me in all the new things we got recently... I told him if he did a good job that I would tease him through his cage for a few minutes. Do you think he dressed me well enough?