You’re my household slave. You’ve been trained so well that you know what I want without me needing to say a word. You’re sitting in a corner in my living room awaiting further instructions while I’m in my bathroom getting ready for bed. I come into the living room with my hair up in a messy bun, my face beautifully natural without any makeup, my naked body covered by only a soft robe. I’m holding my phone as I walk over to the couch, but not before snapping at you to take your position. You know where I want you. You lay on your back on my glass coffee table. It’s not comfortable, but you...

You’re my household slave. You’ve been trained so well that you know what I want without me needing to say a word. You’re sitting in a corner in my living room awaiting further instructions while I’m in my bathroom getting ready for bed. I come into the living room with my hair up in a messy bun, my face beautifully natural without any makeup, my naked body covered by only a soft robe. I’m holding my phone as I walk over to the couch, but not before snapping at you to take your position. You know where I want you. You lay on your back on my glass coffee table. It’s not comfortable, but you’re happy to do it. I want a soft place to rest my legs and you’re going to provide it for me. I lay back on the couch and stretch my legs over your body, with my sweet, bare feet resting right in your face. I then spend some time on my phone, checking my social media, taking selfies- while completely ignoring you, of course. You know your place.