sausages and salad
Saturday morning, summer, 30 degrees .... You sense something bad, suddenly, right at breakfast again pulled on the leash and the slave winces.
"I have invited some friends tonight to grill and no desire to get everything on their own and carry. So you'll do that for me, my little puppet. Sausages, meat, salad ... What so one of them. We are a party of six. If you're already there, drag the box of my new TV even smaller in the basement and there are still another 3-4 boxes. They must also gone. I expect you at 11 clock. "
How it was on my phone. And three minutes later, the next SMS: "I do not know if I have a mind to open you the door. If so, you kneel down without a call up and kiss my feet. So I can once again make a picture of you, my doll. "
quick reply and the next from the supermarket. It's funny, but to get such orders from my lady to serve her and to know that you probably just relax on your balcony, is energized me every time. I feel an inner tension and simultaneously excites me the humiliation and use. I'll get meat, sausages, salad and sauce ... just everything you need for grilling. Spontaneously even a few flowers end up in the cart. Then I drove quickly to the suburb of my mistress and I have rung three times, so they knew that I am. Excited, I'm back up the stairs with the bags High marching. But unfortunately, it did to the door. My mistress had apparently no desire to welcome their property. Also, this way it shows me again and again my Stauts as an errand boy, servant, puppet, toy or whatever. I dragged the huge box of her apparent new TV in the basement and grabbed the other boxes. But I'm just there. This is my function and it keeps me as their slave. A little disappointed I went back home. But their message with their delight over the flowers I was then again more than compensated.
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