After my first meeting with Her Majesty Annette, I realized that I had become Her slave, Her rag, Her thing, that now I fully belong to Her and will be obedient to Her every whim. The one who has felt at least once the delight of complete humiliation and submission to Her Majesty will understand me.

I was all taken aback by the thought of our next meeting, and dreamed that my Mistress would need me as soon as possible. I was exhausted from the excitement that in me recalled those sweet moments when I could drink My Mistress's urine straight from the source. Day after day I spent in this languor, which is no other way out than onanism. I became pale and nervous, all day and night long thinking only about how I can be useful to my Queen.

She called unexpectedly. She had a slave who was sick, and there was no one to serve my Queen.

- Come tomorrow morning, my slut. What you need to do, you will know on the spot, - there was an order.

I arrived at the appointed time, when my Mistress was going somewhere for business.

- This bitch allowed herself to catch a cold and for several days she has not performed her duties. I have accumulated so much housework that I don’t know if you can handle it until the evening. However, it does not bother me - if you do not cope, I will blow your ass and you will continue to do your work at least the whole night - until you finish. You need to mop up all my laundry, which lies in the bathroom, and I forbid you to use the washing machine. Then you clean the floor in the whole apartment, of course, no vacuum cleaners and other devices, except the floor cloth. I have to check how hardworking a bitch you are, lazy ones I don’t need. Besides, you will wipe the dust everywhere so that the apartment shines on my arrival, okay? - with these words, she whipped me with a belt in the ass, and then added:

- All this you will do naked on all fours and with a rubber member in the ass so that you will not be bored. To my arrival, prepare the bed and all my belongings for the education of good slaves. Tonight I will arrange you a study.

I quickly undressed, smeared my ass with cream and put a rubber member of my Mistress in my ass. The booty was a little sick, but it was quite possible to move on all fours. The hostess looked at me from all sides and said:

- Here in this form and work, yes, help me put on my boots, I went. When you're done, sit down on your knees in the closet next to the toilet in the dark and rest. I shod my Queen and, when the door slammed behind her, set to work. First of all, I took up the laundry. It was not easy, but it seems to me that I managed to wash all the panties, stockings and tights of my Hostess clean. Then I started washing the floor. Rag was a little more than a handkerchief, I took it as another test of hard work. I had to run on all fours while I washed and cleaned the whole apartment of my hostess. Then I took a shower, since I sweated a lot at work. In the end, I made a bed, laid out rubber members on the bedside table, jars with grease for assholes, lashes and other devices for education.

Before the arrival of the Hostess, there was quite a bit left, and I quickly crawled into the toilet, closed the door behind me and sat down on my knees to wait for my Queen to come home. My heart sank with excitement - what if I did something wrong? How will the Mistress punish me? These thoughts and the fact that my ass numbed from a member inserted into it for a whole day made waiting for my fate painful. Gradually, fatigue did its job and I dozed off on the rug next to the toilet:

I woke up from the front door slam. I startled and eagerly listened to the sounds from the hallway. It seems that the hostess was not alone, she loudly gave orders:

- Come on, bitch, take off my boots, but livelier, I'm tired. So, now the fur coat. Okay, quickly to the kitchen and make me a coffee and something to eat, and I will go to the toilet.

The door to the toilet opened and my Queen entered.

“Drop the panties off of me, bitch, I really want to write,” I quickly executed the order and sat down next to the Hostess on the floor. She sat down on the toilet and in a second I heard Her pissing.

“Heat up my legs, carrion,” I put my lips to Her frozen feet and began to lick them and warm my breath.

- Well, how did you work here without me, slut? It seems nothing, it seems, even had time. This is bad. I have nothing to punish you for. You wanted to avoid my whipping, bitch? Will not work. She whistled, and I heard footsteps behind my back.

“Bring me a whip from the bedroom, a fat bastard,” she gave the order to the slave who had come with her and was now standing behind me, “my home slave has recovered today, finally. So she will help me educate you.

The slave brought a whip and the hostess gave me five full blows on the bare ass. Then she got up from the toilet.

- You worked a lot today, bitch, I think you are thirsty. Have a drink of my sweet juice, this is your reward. With these words she showed me on the toilet. I stuck my head inside and began to drink the urine of my Mistress straight from the toilet. It was the highest award. I vylakal everything I could and still lick the bottom.

“All right, let's go to the room, I will rest and you will serve me.” The hostess went to the room, and we followed her on all fours. I finally saw Her home slave. I crawled right behind her, almost buried my face in her big fat ass. She swayed in time with her steps, and in the same rhythm her large, slightly pendulous breasts swayed. Entering the room. I saw that the Hostess was already lying on the bed, and in front of her was a cup of coffee, a glass of wine and a plate of black olives. We knelt beside the bed, waiting for orders. The queen seemed not to notice us. She took a sip of wine in small sips and bit it with olives.

- Do you want a olive, rag? - she turned to me. I nodded.

- Fat bitch, give the olive to this pissing rag as I taught you. The slave turned her back on the Lady and, spreading her legs to the side, spread her butt with her hands. Her majesty, with a graceful gesture, stuck the olive slave in the ass and pushed her deeper with her finger. Slave quickly turned around and licked the Lady that finger.

“Now get the Olive in your tongue, lazy bedding,” She turned to me, “lay on your back for this.” I lay on my back, and the slave sat over my face and began to push, trying to push the olive into my mouth from my ass.

“Help her with your tongue, bitch,” I heard and tried to shove my tongue in the ass of a fat slave. After a couple of minutes of painful effort, the olives fell into my mouth and I ate her, shaking from the thought that she had just had that bbw in the ass.

So we did several times, changing roles. I'm tired and tongue and ass. The lady laughed a lot when one of us sank, pushing the olive line in another's mouth.

After this dinner, we, in turn, with a slave licked the pussy of Her Majesty. And while one was trying to bring Mistress pleasure, the other had to whip licked on the ass with a whip. When the Lady enjoyed our efforts, she ordered to turn off the lights and sleep. We fell asleep right on the floor on opposite sides of the bed from the Lady.

That evening I was not even ordered to jerk off and I fell asleep before I finished, but I was satisfied with the thought that I could give my Mistress some pleasant moments.