Mila P

Look at you… sitting there like a good little loser, ****d by every move I make. You know watching me through a screen is the closest

You know how much I love keeping you tied up while I go run my errands. And today, I’ve come home after a hot, sweaty, work out. Did you

Aww… look at you. Lying there on the floor like the pathetic little doormat you are. I walk in from a long day—my shoes filthy, my feet

My bare feet are already out, waiting for you. Smooth, soft soles, perfectly arched, toes wiggling just for your eyes. I know how much you