Sir, Upon reading of the modern "Sapphic Love" in a book within my library, I had some maids attempt the embrace as described. I have to say that I concur with Her Majesty Queen Victoria - I cannot imagine this arrangement being very pleasurable. Although I did enjoy watching the procedure.
Excuse me Sir... can you eat my vulva from behind?
I buy my formal wear with the a[f]terparty in mind. Do you think Sir will approve?
Come and eat sir?
Throwback to Sir's insanely complex and deviant set up for my deepthroat training...
I’m ready sir!
[F] At your service, Sir
Your freshly matured, young cow is ready to be milked, sir🐮🔔
Do you eat pussies, sir? ;)
Surprise Sir!
"Here's your drink, sir. Oh...I notice you have a very hard erection there. Would you like me to climb under the table and help "take care" of that for you?" - Millie Bobby Brown
The entrance is over here, sir...
Excuse me, sir! Can I sit on your face?
Tied up and ready sir 🤤
Sir, Upon employing two new maids, I was pleasantly surprised to note how they worked most harmoniously together. Further, my insistence that maids share accommodation to reduce costs is usually met with much disagreement, but my new staff were most delighted with the shared sleeping arrangements.
Sir, a postcard arrives from Gussy Herbert. "On Government business to the Empire. Am stuck in Paris, but negotiating some imaginative trade deals".
Getting manhandled in latex like the shiny fucktoy that Sir made me.
I wasn't expecting this when Sir told me to put on my rollerskates
Throwback to the first time I had multiple orgasms from pure painal. Sir took my ass without lube and without mercy and I loved it like the good little fucktoy I am.
Sir, Upon recommendation from Lord Southborough, I did employ the local wise woman to bring good fortune upon my estate. Visiting upon the evening of Beltane, she did perform a mysterious incantation. It is bunkum and hocus-pocus of course, but I did find watching the procedure most enlightening.
Sir, Settling in my library with a glass of brandy, I read a volume purporting to predict the future. Within 150 years, electrical machinery shall revolutionize all manner of daily activity. Studying the illustration brings me great unease. I write to Sir Humphrey Davy, urging caution in his work.
Pull my chain Sir [F]
Being gagged doesn't mean Sir is done with my mouth [f] [M]
Apparently wearing double denim is really bad. How are you going to punish me sir? [F]