Have you ever wondered what it would be like to spend some time in Mistress Teresa May's London Dungeon like her worthless slave pictured below, imaging what it would be like to submit to her, to kneel at her tiny feet, to admire them and kiss them. To gaze up into her beautiful sparkling green eyes that will force you to gaze away should she glimpse you staring at her. To stare at her a boundless beauty in the hope that she will acknowledge your mere existence let alone find you worthy of wearing her collar and giving you her attention even though you know that if she does all she will do is torment you, torture you, tie you in bondage so you cannot move, gag you so that you cannot speak, that she will beat you, spank, strap, cane and whip you mercilessly, you know you do
