An unforgettable two-day trip to France is behind me. All incurred costs of the short trip or the shopping trip went on my slave. Of course, because that was the prerequisite that he was allowed to spend his birthday with me in Paris and serve as an object of amusement. The best birthday of his life! We just arrived at our hotel, in the city of love, when my slave was allowed to kneel down and lick my boots in the French way.
