I have such a thing for being put in my place.
Like if I get too demanding or forget to say please or don’t ask nicely you should absolutely (like please for the fucking love of god) follow it up with a sharp slap to my face or my cunt and an, “Excuse me? You don’t give the orders here, little girl.”
Like god. Not that I need reminding – but please don’t ever stop reminding me that you’re in charge.
A trip out to Brooklyn wouldn’t be complete without some good old-fashioned service from the slave.
(With @on-her-knees-to-please; please do not remove credits.)
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