Spoilt Princess Grace

I come home and you haven't done any of the slave tasks, I ordered you to do! I'm fed up with your pathetic excuses. you were looking at my clips and pictures, instead of obeying my orders! Why do I have you, slave? You are my slave and obey my orders and demands. I know what you were doing when looking at my pictures, You are a dirty little pervert, and you will be punished! Bend over and get your trousers down.

*The full clip is NOT censored* In this clip I will tease my slave, he is always locked in a cold steel spiked chastity cage with adorable tags that say the slave to Princess Grace, I don't allow him any sexual pleasure and never allowed to cum...EVER, he is constantly teased and denied. Oh, I love to tease him with my perfection as you will see in this clip as I wear a classy silk blouse and butter-soft expensive leather paired with vintage opera red leather gloves. My humble slave has a weakness for leather but he must obey my orders and suffer in chastity.

I have my boot bitch completely immobile, wrapped in cling film (saran wrap). Like today we had a breath-play session. Just look at that mud bucket bitch there ready for my boots, and I decide how perfect my boots are licked clean as I can take his breath away...quite literally.

you were jerking off to my boots. One look at Me in skintight jodhpurs and boots you have to get your cock in your hand no matter what. you're addicted to jerking off to My Princess boots. You're not worthy of my Divine ass, you're just good to lick my dirt off my boot. From no every time you cum to my boots, you pay me. Even the thought of me in my boots, you send me $50. Im making you my boot slave, you work for me and pay me. I want more and more money from you, just for the thought of my boot and for cumming into my boots, understand slave! Every single time, you wank tax boot slave.

Full clip is uncensored.
You will witness my slave, forever confined in his spiked chastity cage, relentlessly tormenting him with no possibility of escape. This isn't just for Locktober, it's a year-round affair, lasting for years. He adores worshipping me in all my exquisite outfits. Luxury for me, suffering for him. He truly cannot escape that cage. Notice the vicious sharp steel spikes, don't you? That's precisely where he belongs. It's a privilege to be commanded into the spiked cock cage. He must endure pain to demonstrate his devotion to me, revering every inch of my perfection. You will see him ball-gagged, adorned with my dirty panties, as he worships me, suffering, caged, of course, in chains and shackles. I love caging and demand it frequently. As for cock cage maintenance, I never allow it to be removed. From ice soaking, sponge baths to painfully showering in the cage, oh, how the spikes dig in, making him suffer for my pleasure. He had hoped for a taste of freedom from the cock cage, but I will reveal my decision in this clip, even though it is literally Locktober. Even on his birthday, I refuse to let him out of this cage. Witness the panic in his eyes as I pronounce my final decree, and he understands that my word is absolute.

My devoted servant understands his duty, which is to ensure my boots are impeccably clean and to attend to his role as my boot slave. I observe that the mud is beginning to dry, which is utterly unacceptable; therefore, I insist he licks it off promptly, as it must be accomplished. I am only satisfied with long, broad strokes of his tongue gliding over my absolutely filthy boots. My boot slave must impress me, for after this service, I may elevate him to the position of boot polisher. He may never again have to lick mud from my boots. This is his moment to shine—shine my boots, that is. The task is undeniably filthy, yet it is a privilege to be in my presence, removing mud and grime from my boots. However, it is perfectly suited for a lowly slave. His sole responsibility is to be the mud bucket, the boot rag that I desire him to be. Such a degrading and arduous task. He would be utterly lost without me; I am his entire universe. I provide him with purpose: to be beneath my boots, where he rightfully belongs, submissive, weak, humble, adoring me, and worshipping my boots. All I can hear is the sound of crunchy, crunchy mud. I revel in my life as a princess. My boot slave's tongue is designed solely for the purpose of cleaning my boots.

You find yourself bowing before me, your merciless queen. It is a rare occasion when you are allowed the honor of witnessing my celestial beauty. I wish to ask about your role as a servant in my domain. You add to my riches and toil, diligently meeting your duties and ultimately adoring me for the entirety of your life. I have been watching you, yearning for you to surrender further to my dominion. You shall begin by kissing the soles of my designer, crimson suede stilettos. You will stay on your knees, as you know that your head is not allowed to rise above my divine backside. I value a submissive servant who recognizes their position and understands they belong beneath me; others do not always share your appreciation, and I can easily dispose of them for my entertainment. I possess every part of you. I can sense your longing for my cleavage, admiring my breathtaking figure as you obey my every whim. However, I crave diversion; I will allow you to caress yourself in homage to your cruel queen while you remain entranced by my alluring cleavage and luxurious, beautiful form, with a twist, of course. Remember, you are eternally mine.

I found myself quite vexed during my riding excursion, as I realized that my slave had been tasked with polishing and cleaning my riding boots. To my dismay, they fell short of my expectations; I demand my boots to be immaculate before I step outside. Thus, I have my slave positioned on the floor, serving as my trample slave, allowing him to endure my frustrations—an outlet for my anger. It is utterly unacceptable to find even a speck of dirt on my boots. I simply cannot tolerate such a thing. I am a princess, a woman of superiority, and I should not be seen walking about in boots that are anything less than flawless. This is entirely intolerable. I detest lazy slaves; I insist on perfection. Therefore, I have you prostrated before me, where you rightfully belong, akin to a mere piece of carpet, a filthy doormat for me to wipe my feet upon. You will lean your head down as my other boots are sullied, and you shall lick them to perfection after I have vented my embarrassment upon you.

You are aware that you do not embody a true man, you may believe you engage in masculine pursuits, yet you are neither a bull nor an alpha. You assume that a beautiful woman cannot wear form-fitting attire and adorn herself elegantly. I can perceive your gaze lingering on my pantyhose; you have a fascination with my leather as well, don't you? I render you feeble, my legs clad in pantyhose, my snug gloves, and my figure accentuated by a leather mini skirt. I know you yearn to touch yourself at this moment, your eyes are fixated on my flawless derrière, clad in leather, the very attire you claim women should avoid. You are powerless against a strong, beautiful woman in leather. You relish the dominance I exert over you, and I can torment you without your awareness. Just as now, you cannot divert your gaze from my divine form in leather. You believe you will never submit, but you are mistaken. you are pleasuring yourself at the sight of that which you profess to oppose. What would your admirers think if they knew of your actions? I possess that knowledge to leverage against you. you are already succumbing to my influence. I wield power, and you are so eager to be governed by me, stroke yourself more fervently for me. Devote yourself and submit to me, this is where you truly belong. You have no idea how many alpha males I have reduced to quivering worms at my feet, frantically pleasuring themselves for me, your alpha queen.

I find myself residing in a lavish hotel suite, graciously funded by you. Each time I embark on a journey and utilize a gift card you have bestowed upon me, I am reminded of the devoted servant I possess. Your efforts enhance my existence, infusing my royal life with greater luxury. Now, lend me your ear as I provide further guidance on how you shall serve me. Evidence will be essential, so pay close attention. I will instill in you an even deeper yearning to serve me beyond your current endeavors. You will find joy in complying with my every request, a servant perpetually prepared to be devoted as my slave. I am always paramount in every conceivable manner; slave, simply obey in chastity. I embody the luxury you yearn to serve and obey. As you are aware, I detest being offered mere loose change; continue to send the gift cards, but you must lavish me even more, for I consistently demand more and more. Remember, slave. Your purpose is to serve. Your mission is to please me. Your role is to submit to me and to me alone.

I am accepting you as my house slave but only if you can perform to my standards of what a house slave should be in this trial. After years of begging online and tributing thousands of pounds, you are finally in your presence. Kneel at my feet. And I will tell you the situation, you can only be my house slave as long as you impress me. Following all of my rules, all of the duties and chores must be to the highest standard and you must be humble and grateful at all times as my house slave. Telling you about the rules you must follow (how to address me, how to bow/kneel, how to act in public etc). What duties you will be doing (such as cleaning and serving me etc) and how degrading and humiliating it will be (for example, licking my shoes clean, even in public if I order you to)? How I will punish you if you mess up (such as licking your toilet or shoes clean). I'm humiliated and mean in this clip, saying how you are below you and how I will replace you if you don't follow all the rules and meet my standards of a house slave.

You find yourself kneeling before your cruel queen in my opulent bedroom; it is a true privilege to be summoned as a slave. You are here as I prepare for a holiday, and I require only the finest slaves and male servants to cater to my every desire. I have been observing you closely, and you have been diligently performing your acts of devotion and mantras. Now, I believe you may be a worthy candidate. There is nothing I despise more than a slave who lacks focus and is not entirely selfless. Even making the list will elevate your life as a slave; no more dark dungeons or confinement in my basement. You exist solely as a slave, forever dreaming of my divine beauty. Your heart knows that servitude to me is your destiny. Bow to your royalty, slave, for you may be chosen , but you must first prove yourself by offering more. When you see me commanding this, you kneel and obey your cruel queen. For now, I desire you to submit to me; I now control your pleasure. When I declare that I want you in chastity, you will be confined in chastity. Always remember, I own you.

This morning I summonsed my worship slave to serve me. As I felt particularly beautiful today and demanded to worship. I had just opened all the gifts I received from my other not so lucky slaves allowed to serve me today. Watch as I order him where and how to worship me, and of course, he has to be very careful to obey me, as any disobedience would be punished immediately.

I caught you creeping about my empire, you seem to have forgotten that I'm your queen, your supreme ruler. you are just a slave in my kingdom, an insignificant creature. I have seen you looking at my divine beauty, my elegant legs and my leather skirt. you are not here to gaze upon my beauty but to serve me, to tribute to grow my wealth and to obey me. When I demand tribute I mean a real tribute, not a pathetic $25 or $50. I want 100s and 1000s. Slaves don't have any rights here, no excuses, you get nothing. I see you smelling my leather, aching to kiss my high heels, I can smell your fear as I can beat you with my flogger, maybe I will aim for your pathetic slave balls. I'm your owner, an expensive luxury Goddess, you serve my every demand or else, you will be severely punished. I can do anything I want to you and all my other swine slave paypigs. I will whip your cock and balls off of you don't change your behaviour.

Take a long, hard look at me, slave, for soon you will find yourself with your face pressed against my boot, dutifully cleaning off the muck that clings to it. I will begin your service with a small appetizer—an unappetizing serving of mud to whet your appetite. As you bend to your task, I will indulge in a sweet treat, fully aware that slaves are not entitled to such luxuries. Observe how the thick muck clings stubbornly to my boots, a tempting challenge just waiting for your attention, as you serve your owner, your goddess, and queen. The taste will be utterly revolting, but I expect no excuses—only the obedience of eating and licking. Swallow it down! Lick it clean, NOW, slave. Once you have finished with that boot, you will move on to the other one and repeat this distasteful process until I decide you have suffered enough.

The full clip is uncensored. So you want to be my butler slave, Here you will learn what I expect & also what behaviours I don't expect as my butler slave. I will discuss rules and regulations for you to adhere to too, including how I expect to be treated as your Royal Highness Princess Grace, your behaviour when attending to my guest's needs., your duties as my butler slave & corporal punishments for insubordination. your dress will be impeccable at all times, just as My slave here, permanent chastity, the perfect dress at all times, always polite, and serving me as your Majesty Princess Grace & owner. Do you have what it takes to be My slave? We shall see, won't we slave?

Get down on the ground slave, I don't care if its wet cold and uncomfortable for you, the more suffering you go through the better! I'm using your mouth and tongue today, yes that right everything I step into is going to be scraped up by your stupid tongue and swallowed down your filthy throat. That's all your worth, eating inches of disgusting filth, mud and mess from My boots. My boots are precious and need cleaning by you, you see you're not worthy of worshipping My boots, just licking them clean, and eating everything that's stuck to them. So take it slave, and enjoy your special daytime treat from your Princess, Goddess and owner! This clip is you focused on my designer boots and does not include my face.

There are some beautiful colours on the trees, in the skies and on the soles of my boots, and yes you will not be looking at all the lovely colours you will be concentrating on cleaning My boots to My perfection... yes that's right with y

Here I am in My beautiful sexy Valentino boots, they are so gorgeous and amazing. I will be getting them all nice and muddy for your slave tongue to lick and savour. Pay special attention the deep tread, I simply love collecting mud on them in the knowledge you will be licking and eating everything I collect on My divine boots. I will be totally ignoring you as You lick them to My perfection. It's a NEW year so I expect you to please ME.

I'm going to take everything you have, as you worship and adore me as your Queen, your ruler and supreme Goddess. You need my control, my ownership and governance. I'm a cruel slave owner, you will be insulted and treated like a mere piece of dirt on my shoe. But you know, you get nowhere with me unless you tribute me to be noticed, you only want to serve me as you know I'm above you, I mean the world to you, and you're willing to sacrifice for me. you can't stop thinking about me, as your empress. you're just a slave for my amusement, my wallet, my worshipper. you crave to gain my attention but beware, when you're not tributing, you're nothing but trash in the bin to me, you must fall in love deeper, as I take all your wealth and power to me slave.