world under Queens feets

ALL WHOMENS ARE BORN QUEENS MALES ARE BORN TO SERVE AS QUEENS feet slave we man belangs to queens feet in this beautiful blag no place for r cruel

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[assertive-ladies]

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[mistressvenusdunajew]

The perfect role allocation

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[man2maiden]

[man2maiden]

[queenbeewrites]

I RELISHED TEASING HIM

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SHE RESTS HER LEGS ON MY BACK

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YOU'RE SO PRETTY, MISTRESS.

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FIRST TASK OF SUB’S LIFE

“Just a coffee?” I asked, standing before her.

“Yes. Can you not do it?” She arched her brows, tilting her head, sitting on the couch.

“No. I can do it.”

“I can do it… Mistress.” She gazed deep into my eyes. I quickly corrected my words, and lowered my eyes, my heart thumping.

“Y-Yes, M-Mistress.”

“Good.” She stood up and petted my hair. It was my first time being praised as a sub and asked to do a task; I felt like my head was going numb.

“Chop, chop. Bring it in the cup I showed, and in the exact way.”

“Yes, Mistress."

[astrodavina]

@jessicareneeflower

[queensfeetslavesworld]

[queenbeewrites]

UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL

She pins him to the door, hunger visible in her eyes.

“Mistress...” he whispers, his heart racing, the danger of his parents being just outside somehow multiplying the thrill.

“Are they going to stay today?” She asks, clearly taken aback by their sudden appearance.

“Y-Yes. But I can tell them to go if you want.” He knows she has something planned for the day, and his parents' sudden arrival has ruined it.

“No. That’ll be rude. I’ll just…suck it up and be a good daughter-in-law. They deserve that.” She pulls back. “But tomorrow...I’m gonna have my fun with you.”

It sounds more like a warning than a head's up.

“Y-Yes, Mistress.” He gulps, a sudden chill running down his spine. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Now, go be a good son.”

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HE WAS NEVER SANE

Her fingers linger down at the back of my waist.

I feel my soul coming out of my lips, my mind going numb.

"Mistress...." I breath, melting into her arms.

I burry my face into her neck, wrapping my arms and legs around her, her warmth thawing me. "You're driving me insane."

I hear her say nothing, then her palm wraps around my throat, her lip grazing my ear. "You were never sane. Isn't that why you're mine?"

My heart wrings at her words. I feel seen, accepted and celebrated, and like I'll melt into her.

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EVERY DOMME DESERVES A TROPHY SUB

"You look handsome." She smiles with pride, looking at me from head to toe.

I quickly pull her in my arms, prouder. "Thank you for making me look handsome, Mistress. It's a very important meeting."

Fixing my tie, she says, "I know. You'll do well. Just be calm, and don't get angry with the employees. They get scared."

"As you say, Mistress. I'll make you proud."

"Good boy." She gently kisses my cheek, looking at me like looking at her most valuable trophy.

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RELUCTANT MISTRESS

"I don't like you overworking, Mistress." He speaks with ache in his eyes.

I run my fingers through his hair. "It's alright. I like working, you know that."

"I know." He clings his big body to my arm, seizing me from working. "But you need rest."

"Are you now deciding for me?"

"No. I'm just following your orders. You told me to take care of you, because you're bad at it."

"That's an excellent excuse." I smile, prickled by his devotion and care, and let him pull me into the living room, aware of his dreading heart.