My French slave is serving as a work slave in Spain today, while I drink champagne on the terrace wearing a beige corset, 14 cm high white mules, and light beige nylons with blue seams attached to suspenders. Since work slaves must be supervised regularly, I stumble down between the rocks at the house to see what he is up to. He is so grateful for this alone that he takes the opportunity to kiss my stockinged feet. We are both a little addicted to it...
