I have three actually. One to wear with My four inch heels, one to wear with My five inch heels and a third to wear with My platform boots. I just hate it when the length isn’t perfect. Why? Because I can!

I have three actually. One to wear with My four inch heels, one to wear with My five inch heels and a third to wear with My platform boots. I just hate it when the length isn’t perfect. Why? Because I can!

It&Amp;Rsquo;S The Dead Of Winter And I&Amp;Rsquo;Ve Had Reginald Drive Me Down To Where The Homeless Collect Down Under The Bridge. Some Nights I Can&Amp;Rsquo;T Decide Whether To Poison Them Or Just Sit Comfortably In The Limo And Watch Them Freeze. I Just Know

A Note To My Followers&Amp;Hellip; First&Amp;Hellip;No, This Is Not Me! Lol&Amp;Hellip;I Wish! As Usual In My World, I See A Simple Photo That Anyone Else Might Appreciate For A Second Or Two. But I See So Much More. It Speaks To Me, Inspires Me And Soon A Story

It&Amp;Rsquo;S Exhausting! So How Are Things In Your Meaningless Drudge Of A Blue Collar Existence? Miserable?Glad To Hear It!Hahahahahaha&Amp;Hellip;

I Woke Up This Morning Feeling Meaner Than Usual. No Real Reason. Maybe A Dream I Had? Who Knows? But&Amp;Hellip;Slave Will Know. Without A Word From My Lips He&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Know. He&Amp;Rsquo;Ll See Me. I Always Put On The Makeup Extra Heavy And Severe. I Always

Crawl To Me My Little Maggot. I&Amp;Rsquo;M Ready For My Morning Detailing. The Usual Protocol. Kneel Behind Me. Hands Clasped Behind You. Nose To The Floor And Beg Me For The Privilege. Use Your Words! If I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Sense The Urgency, The Required

Cruel And Evil Intentions

This One Is Willful. Pulled Up On Me At Two Obstacles Yesterday. Even Under The Heavy Whip&Amp;Hellip;It Balked. Today Will Be Different. I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Bring My &Amp;Lsquo;A Game&Amp;Rsquo;. And&Amp;Hellip;The Boots To Go With It!

She Clicked Into First Period This Morning. Transfer Student From Seattle. The Prepsters And Heathers Are All Pointing And Giggling. The Boys Are Playing Along&Amp;Hellip;Saying All Manner Of Stupid Shit. But Some&Amp;Hellip;Dont Say A Word. Just Stare. Or

Yep! That&Amp;Rsquo;S Him Kendall. My Carpet Slave. He Likes It Really Hard! With Heels. And The Little Shit Is Tiny! Three Inches Shorter Than Me! When He Sees You, He&Amp;Rsquo;S Gonna Shit A Brick! Give Him All You Got! No Safeword!

I Know. So Blue Collar. So Outside My Standards. But&Amp;Hellip;I Haven&Amp;Rsquo;T Enjoyed A Good Kill In Nearly A Week. And I Have The Withdrawal Shakes. After All, It&Amp;Rsquo;S Not Like I&Amp;Rsquo;M Wanting To Bond. They All Snap. They All Crunch. They

Looking Puzzled And Annoyed&Amp;Hellip;And I Am! Why In The Hell Do People Re-Blog My Entries But Erase The Captions Or Story?? Like Ripping Pages Out Of A Novel Or Covering The Naughty Parts Of A Statue With A Sheet! If You&Amp;Rsquo;Re That Damned Afraid,

Something About Leather And Boots Makes Even The Sweet And Innocent Not So Sweet And Innocent.

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