I remember when you first saw a slave of mine.

    She was serving drinks and pleasuring anyone who asked. It was a great party.

    I remember what you muttered underneath your breath to your friend. You didn’t know that I heard you call her trashy.

    I heard.

    I always remember.

    Humility is always an attractive quality. Now that you’re the new slave, you’re going to learn it. A few days of open service at the gas station might teach you to never ever call your sisters trashy again.

    (Images sourced from public disgrace. Public BDSM play in reality should always be undertaken with careful safeties and respect for potential vanilla onlookers.)