Sometimes I must be a domestic Goddess and I must eat and feed my slaves but who said their job is done when i must cook? I am dressed in a tight fitting black dress and then I put my apron on to keep from getting too messy. My slave lies in front of the stove with everything I need to cook for dinner. He hands me the items from the ground as I need it as my boots dig into his chest, legs, and belly. I have him flip over just as I flip my meat in the pan so I ensure his back is equally with my full weight and with the heals from my boots. I hear him grimacing and this makes this Goddess smi... Show more