SINNING EASTER WITH SLAVE

I sit on Easter Sunday in a dressing gown and slippers in front of a covered with treats panel.

The ordered breakfast is amazing! Egg Benedict, caviar butter, marinated salmon, different cheese- and sausages, to a wonderful selection of rolls, freshly squeezed orange juice and a bottle of champagne. On a Etagère enthroned honeys, strawberries with chocolate and delicious pralines.

However, I find myself not alone in this hotel suite. At my feet sits a slave, stark naked equipped with collar. The slave is directed toward my assembly, his setting in front of my feet. I choose him out of a bite for breakfast and he lets it taste kneeling in front of me.

I chew a piece of cheese and spit it into his mouth, I'll take three strawberries with chocolate coating and crush them with bare feet. The slave must lick my feet clean now and I enjoy meanwhile also a strawberry. I dippe my big toe in one of the honey jars and stretch my foot teasingly.

My slave pounces on my honey smeared toe and licking it with relish! Now he has to guess the type of honey! To my delight, he is completely off the mark.

I let my slave pour me a glass of champagne and hand me his glass . I hold the glass under my robe and pee as punishment directly into. Then I give a toast, with a wink and we drink both out of our glass . I, champagne and my slave, my pee.

In this sense I wish you: Sinful Easter!