Drawn like a moth to the flame each one loved her yet hated her...
They bestowed gifts upon her, sat at her feet like dogs...
Licked her boots as she commanded...
Cleaned her toilets even with their tongues when ordered...
They pampered her, painted her toenails, brushed her waist length hair...
They even performed fellatio on her other slaves if it pleased Mistress, anything her heart desired...
Her wishes were their commands...
She owned them...
They were her property...
She was the flame, her fire drew her moth's, she hated them and loved it...
5-06 by
Mistress Reba
Copyright © m r 2/28/08
Edwin
Wonderfully illustrated "M" REba!
WArm HuGs, WArrior "Spirit" Lady Sheee
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