
Kneel for me, Tilly.
Naked and submissive.
Give yourself to me.
Feel the way only I can make you feel.
The way you crave.

Kneel for me, Tilly.
Naked and submissive.
Give yourself to me.
Feel the way only I can make you feel.
The way you crave.

Hello, my little friend, can you let la Délicieuse know that the party is about to begin?
The signal is loud and clear, Sir

Draping yourself naked in my chair, with my little peaky girlfriends
as your highest points, playing lighthouse beacons, is a very dramatic way to show me you miss me.
And welcome me home.

Now tell me again, Tilly.
This needy, denied pussy.
Who owns it?
You do, Sir

I would like to lodge a complaint with the Italian railroads.
The Italian railroads eating into our time together, it’s enough to cause an international incident!

We both know your pussy is addicted to what I give her and what I do to her, Tilly.
That she is needy and submissive and craves my ownership.
I see from your hands on my arm that you like it that way.
That you want my hand to stay.
To remind you.
To give you that feeling only I give you.

Good morning, Tilly, my pleasure whore.
I hope you are well rested.
It is Wednesday and I have plans for you.
Good morning, Sir
I am well rested and eager to play!


You just lean back and relax, Tilly.
Your nipples and I are having ourselves a private moment.
I am sure they will let you know, if there is anything that requires your attention.
I could have written that for you, Tilly.
Apart from the self important capitalization.
I don’t really need that.
Or any other self aggrandizement.
To earn your submission.
A little kindness and a laugh now and again.
Was all it took.
Such a precious prize, just for showing up and being human.