BDSM mistress in thigh-highs ropes dude's collared face and

Hey, Felix.

How you doing?

I'm doing okay, how you doing?

You know, man, I've never, I mean, this is like the ninth or 10th volume of Felix

the Lucky Slave.

I've never seen you show up with flowers.

I'm in a lot of trouble.

Well, let me see, you're working with Mr. Selesha?

Yes.

And Mr. Suki?

Yes.

And Mr. Suki?

So what's the flowers for?

Because I'm groveling right now for working with Mr. Selesha.

Because I was late, or I didn't keep my word.

Oh, because you've told me before, you like her.

Very much.

She's a nice person.

All right, well, I assume she'll be here pretty soon.

No, I told her, you know, three o'clock, and it's about three o'clock, so.

Ah, oh, well, let me step forth and...

What are these?

Slavish tree, mistress.

Why?

Because I'm a very good boy.

Keep your eyes down.

And?

Um, I'm a sissy bitch.

I don't hear you, Felix.

I'm a sissy bitch.

And I don't keep my word?

I don't keep my word.

Maybe we should make sure you can't say another word for the rest of the day.

I see you've been playing.

Oh

Now Felix, are you going to keep your word next time you say you're going to meet me at a certain hour?

Yes, yes, yes, I will.

Do you understand how much I dislike to wait? Especially for a measly little bitch.

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