birdasaurus:Ann Street Studio Being Me, I can envision Myself in that gorgeous outfit, My hair piled

Ann Street Studio

Being Me, I can envision Myself in that gorgeous outfit, My hair piled atop My head. And then My kitchen slave comes behind Me, on hands and knees. “Please, Mistress, may I lick you?”

And of course the answer is “yes, slave, you may.” Because I am a pleaser. I know the poor creatures years for nothing more than to worship My asshole and pussy with his little tongue, tasting the delights of his Mistress’ most intimate places.

So, gently lifting My skirt, he will duck under and have at My rapidly moistening cunt, then gently spread My buttcheeks to feast upon what rests betwixt them. What you cannot see is the glass of pinot noir on the counter in front of Me, something delicious I can sip while permitting his dining. Because I’m not going to just stand there and take it. I need some refreshment as well.