Part of our ritual when we first see each other is for princess to get down on his knees and beg for his collar. Once I put it on, he thanks me by kissing my feet and waits till I put his leash on. Then it’s play time 😈
There is no greater honour than crawling to your mistress and willingly accepting her collar as a loving symbol of ownership and complete dedication to her 🖤
Sell your soul to your Goddess instead of the devil. You would have the honor of living as a footstool for life. You would have the opportunity to polish my soles daily. You would have the need to suck and clean each of my toes. Sign your contract, weak
