Do You Think I'm Fat, Slave?

'Do you think I'm fat, slave?'

It's the question no helpless, humble-head slave wants to have to answer. But answer it I must!

'Oh no, pretty mistress, begging your pardon, pretty mistress, I think you're perfect, mistress. Your boots are perfect; your socks are perfect; and you are perfect, madam!'

She says nothing, but switches feet in front of face - a sign that she is satisfied with my answer.












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