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...

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 smile. Once the sauce is simmering, I lean on the counter and have my slave remove my boots to further trample him with my socked feet to finish off my cooking task at hand. I do think all slaves should have strainers as hats to cover up what really doesn't need to be seen, but only felt. My kitchen, my rules, and if your lucky, you just might be able to eat what I'm cooking but only after I eat my share but of course as my slave, you will eat on your knees out of a bowl on the ground. Im very nice like that.