It will take a long time for my step-son to become an acceptable slave. For ***ay I have enough. My slave has to kneel in the corner with his pants down, but he does not deserve to look at me. In the meantime, I enjoy my break and do not miss the opportunity to put on my new vinyl mules! (A good choice, because my camera slave can hardly turn his gaze from the Lackpantoletten) While I let my mules dangle on my feet, I humiliate my slave verbally, blows he had to end up already quite a few! Then I pull my smartphone and call my girlfriend. I just have to tell her how I raised my stepson ***ay. He kneels in the corner and hears everything and would love to shy in the ground. I make an appointment with my girlfriend for a coffee in the café on the lake, where only men serve the women, as it should be .....