Mommy Domme Mistress Blunt dangles high heel

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I arrive promptly at 6:30 p.m. My last few thoughts of my work day dance in my head as she opens the door. Immediately, they melt away and I move to my knees. “What do you have for me?” she inquires, sitting with her legs crossed in front of me, heel dangling from her toes.