Miss Suzanna Maxwell: Slapped And Spat On

Out at My retreat in Spain I have My home servant to play with. I like torturing him in the sunlight, so I have welcomed him onto the porch to amuse Me. I slap his face and also clean the little laugh onto the floor where it belongs, I want him worried, uncertain of whats coming next or when I may strike once more. I saturate his face in My spit as well as watch it dribble down his chin. he is trembling, not able to capture My eye I put him again, how impolite. I expect him to check out My eyes whilst I deteriorate him. The power I really feel when I see him get on subspace is as well delicious to miss. I cover him in My special kisses till his vision is blurred and then I slap each cheek whilst he is off guard …