She's a Mistress

Selena woke up, stretched and stood up. She saw Demi Lovato come in holding a silver tray with a dish of scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and juice. "Good morning, Mistress Selena. Sleep well? **** Demi has breakfast for you." Demi held out the tray.

"Is this a joke?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I do not understand, but I do appreciate you lending me out to Taylor Swift while you were in New York, but Mistress always makes me cum harder when you fuck me with your strap on than she does." Demi set the tray down on the coffee table. She turned and bent at the waist to pick up a tissue Selena dropped on the floor last night. As she bent over, her skirt rode up, showing a lace thong over an anal plug with a bright blue gem and Property of Selena Gomez was tattooed on Demi's left butt cheek.

"Is this a joke?"

Demi straightened up turned around and got to her hands and knees and looked down. "I don't understand, Mistress Selena. Did **** Demi disappoint you?"