What’s Lady Sophia like, you ask?
Hmmm, how to describe her? Well, I suppose she’s. . . spiteful. . . vindictive. . . domineering. . . callous. . .aloof. . . unforgiving. . . contemptuous. . . brutal. . . arrogant. . . self-centred. . .imperious. . . ruthless. . . sarcastic. . . cruel. . . mean. . . malicious. . . implacable. . . bossy. . . harsh. . . unkind. . . sneering. . .
. . . and, oh how I adore her.
…and I’m going to see her again tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Lucky you!
Veinard..
Yes, I know!
Oui, je sais!
Sooo Jealous!
Jealousy is a terrible sin, you know, Mr A. As a matter of fact, I know someone who could probably help you out with that. She's good at dealing with sinners.
Salut,
Aurons-nous droit à un compte-rendu ?
😉
Bien sûr que non, Monsieur A! Vous n'avez pas les droits. Le thème de ce blog est que les hommes n'ont pas de droits. Peut-être que vous rendre visite a Maîtresse Sophia afin qu'elle puisse expliquer quelques petites choses à vous.
I too have the privelidge to serve the awesomely strict Lady Sophia. As I hadn't sessioned for sometime she spared me some of the pain she meats out to some of her slaves but managed to make me a quivering wreck all the same. Each subsequent visit becomes even more fearsome.