I get all kinds of mails, from the cumbersome social network notifications (which, although I disable them, a few are always poured) to those any Domme find daily (and many of them are exactly the same and often from the same senders).
Then there’s the one not aware of anything and asks me if I am unmarried or any other kind of inconsistency, the one who composes a whole list of preferences (as though I were to please him), the one who insults me, the one who threatens me, those who envy me and try to pump me, the not initiated scared to death, the arrogant who knoweth all things, those of you asking me to speak here about a topic that interest you, those who want to be at my feet (in urgent tone), the one that tells me romantic antics, the one who tells me his fantasies, the one who begs to replace the slave who serves me at home, the one that makes promises that even himself does not believe …
But amid so many emails, there is always some other interesting thing: slaves who know their place, really correct subs and some Miss with the elegance worthy of a Lady.
For some time I wait an email from someone who wore my necklace, someone will eventually muster the courage to send it. Hitherto he has not dared because he fears my reaction. Will I answer? Will I ignore him? Depends on the content 
Despite the fact that most of my emails end up in the trash, I like that you remember me and, as I know many of you would like to tell me something and you don’t decide to do so, I’ll make it easy, I leave right here a contact form, so not even have to open your mail, my little lazy. I’ll see what surprises I find.
[contact-form][contact-field label=’Name’ type=’name’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Email’ type=’email’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Comment’ type=’textarea’ required=’1’/][/contact-form]