I just finished an interview for My podcast at the House of Sinn and I was in the mood to play. So, as I was sitting to relax for a bit and think about what I would like to do to My slave next, I called him to massage My feet. But he came bare-handed, he couldn’t find the massage oil. Obviously, he will get a punishment for this unacceptable behaviour, but until then he’ll have to use his tongue and his whole big mouth to lubricate My feet enough for a good massage. Silly slave, now he needs to work three times as much than he would if he hasn’t lost My massage oil.