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... Show more