I don't need to say a word, because she's been waiting on her knees for me. Waiting for my subtle signals.

Come here, pet. I speak it with my body, not my mouth.

My eager little domestic slave has been working all day long to make sure my domestic environment is welcoming, comfortable, and anticipating of my every desire. If I had the paper delivered, she would have it in her mouth. But I want her face to nuzzle something else.

Soon, I have her on the floor and am resting both of my stockinged feet upon her face, covering it. She inhales deeply and smiles blissful... Show more