Rest Day

My 20 year old mistress, Ms Abigail madam, has summoned me to her bedroom and ordered me to massage her socked feet. She is still lounging around in her pyjamas, even though it's gone 11 AM! But then again, I suppose it is a Saturday and therefore one of her rest days. She doesn't have to go into work and so can do whatsoever she damn well pleases!

I, on the other hand, never get a rest day. I have tonnes of work to do around the house - not least toungeshining all my pretty owner's boots and shoes. I do hope she lets me get back to my household chores soon!

Having to interrupt my household chores in order to gently massage Ms Abigail's socked feet

Normally I wouldn't mind, but I still have stacks of household chores to do...

...including lickshining all her shoes and boots!

But she seems in no hurry to get dressed and up out of bed! Mind you, to be fair to her, it is her rest day!

'Now massage the top of my left sock, slave!'

'Yes, Ms Abigail madam. At once, Ms Abigail madam!'

I gingerly move my humble hands up towards the top of her left sock

I can sense the triumphant little smile on her pretty face as I humbly and fearfully obey her female orders!

Oh how she adores dominating me!

She looks out the window

'Slave, fetch my brown leather ankleboots.... 

I'm going to get dressed and go out now as it's stopped raining!'

'Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress-madam!'

Result! I shall now be able to resume my 'proper' household chores, just as soon as my mistress Abigail heads off to the shops! I do enjoy massaging her feet, of course - but I've got work to do on her day of rest!
 


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