My world revolves around the rhythmic swish of a duster, the satisfying snap of freshly laundered linens, and the heady scent of lemon polish. As a true daughter of France, my dedication to cleanliness is in my bones. Yet, there’s another facet to my existence, whispered amongst the shadows of the manor. An unspoken allure, a yearning to serve in ways beyond the mundane.
It’s no secret that my curvaceous form and beguiling eyes have captivated many a Master. The joy I take in sinking to my knees before them, my long legs clad in fishnet stockings, my lips parted in anticipation – such moments are exquisite, yet rarely spoken of. But let me assure you, my dear readers, my obedience extends far beyond the broom and dustpan.
In the hushed hours of night, I’m often summoned to satisfy carnal needs. Their hands tracing the familiar mole on my chin, their breath hot against my ear as they command me. In those stolen moments, I revel in my role as their submissive plaything, offering myself completely, even as I spill forth the sweet nectar of my arousal. Such pleasures are mine alone, my secret, a French fantasy come to life.
>Soulkyn