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For me, everyday is full of sensations.

Pain and pleasure are so close that sometimes they mix. That’s what I feel for my mistress.

I must wake up early each morning to clean my mistress’ home. After I have cleaned until the place is spotless, I must cook breakfast for the Goddess, as she deserves. She tells me she wants her red high-heel boots cleaned, and I must obey her. 

I stoop to shine her boots, but suddenly she orders me to do it with my tongue. This is the biggest pleasure I can get, licking my Gooddess favourite boots to make them so shiny. Sometimes, if I am really sneaky, I can see up her leather micro mini, and I catch a glimpse of her beautiful round ass and her perfectly shaven pussy and wish that she would allow my tongue to travel up her leg, ever so slowly, licking as I go until I reach her soft, damp cunt. I would lick and suck at her pussy lips until she could stand no more, erupting into wild orgasms and covering my face with her cum. But that is just a dream, and I continue to lick her boots excitedly, because that is all I’m allowed to do – lick and dream.

When she puts on her stiletto boots, she uses me as a carpet, like the dog that I am. But, I am her dog, and I am very proud of it. 

This is how any normal day starts for me. And the level of her cruelty intensifies as the day goes on, so guess how it end? I am a vacuum cleaner, a carpet or an ashtray … that’s how I feel, just a piece of my Mistress’ property, for her to do with as she wishes.