I have two rules in my matriarch household. Do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Simple right? Not for some stupid foot mutts. I told my slave to: Clean my house's floors, upstairs and downstairs. Sweep my garage. Clean out and scrub my refrigerator. And put all of my dishes sitting in my sink away. The stupid bitch forgot about my dishes. So guess what he gets to have for dinner? My dirty Birkenstock's. I sit at my kitchen island enjoying the yummy meal prepared for me, while my stupid foot bitch slurps the bottoms of my shoes. His tongue starts to look dry, so I tell him to...

I have two rules in my matriarch household. Do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Simple right? Not for some stupid foot mutts. I told my slave to: Clean my house's floors, upstairs and downstairs. Sweep my garage. Clean out and scrub my refrigerator. And put all of my dishes sitting in my sink away. The stupid bitch forgot about my dishes. So guess what he gets to have for dinner? My dirty Birkenstock's. I sit at my kitchen island enjoying the yummy meal prepared for me, while my stupid foot bitch slurps the bottoms of my shoes. His tongue starts to look dry, so I tell him to lap up some water from the water bowl. After I inspect my shoe soles to make sure they are clean. I decide a small reward is deserved. I throw him a piece of toast to eat off the floor. He laps up all the residual crumbs of course. "That's a good boy"