I woke up ... It was still completely dark, but it was time for me to get up - I should have time to do a lot. I quietly fold my blanket and bed under the bed, I also send a pillow there. I leave the mattress with a white sheet before the bed. I close the bedroom door behind me, hurry to the bathroom. Quickly wash, freshen up under a collar and bring myself up. I look in the mirror, a short brown-eyed brown-haired woman of about 30 with a small sexy tummy, a little second-sized breast with large light brown nipples, rounded thighs and shaved pubis looking at me ... I put on a pale blue short robe, tugging at his waist with a belt, and the robe bounces even higher, now in the mirror I clearly see half-open buttocks. That's all my morning clothes.

Now I hurry to the kitchen, quickly cook breakfast and squeeze orange juice. God !!! Already 8 !!! I hurry back to the bedroom, grab the slippers, put it on the mattress and stand next to them on my knees. Without undoing the belt, I expose my breasts to the outside.

“Sir, it's time to get up,” I whisper softly and cover the master's feet with light kisses.

A hand is hanging from the bed - this means that my efforts have been noticed. I kiss the ring of the Lord, send his feet in soft slippers. The master's hand pats me on the cheek in a businesslike way, and I am reaching for this unexpected caress. The lord takes me by the collar and rises. In the restroom, as usual, I am on my knees and waiting for the Master, refreshing his dick after my toilet in my mouth. In the bathroom, my body, wiping with a towel and putting on him a black silk robe with beautiful embroidery. In the dining room the Master looks at his watch and frowns.

“You have to be punished, Lilac,” he says impressively and takes the stack.

I look at the clock. 8—32. Late for 2 minutes. For each, 2 hits and 2 more for the time lost in upbringing. I kneel and bend upwards. Pressing a groan, I consider strikes ... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

- On the fifth you moved, - the hand takes off again ... 5.

Squatting in front of the table. The lord eats, scatteredly watching news on TV. If I'm hungry, then breakfast should deserve. I bow and caress the tongue of the foot of the Lord. He puts the pieces of food in my mouth. I wash them down with water from a bowl at the feet of the Lord. Breakfast is over. I put on underwear, socks and a shirt on the master, I help to tie a tie and put on a strict black suit. I kiss my feet again and I wear black pointed shoes on them.

Today is Tuesday and this day I have to stretch my vagina. An ordinary servant can handle the housework, and they lock me to the chain in front of the TV. I am left alone with a table with the remnants of breakfast, a hospital ship with the inscription "Lilac" on its side, subject books and a set of dildos of different sizes. Of course, I can also watch TV, but a surveillance camera records everything under the ceiling, and I will have to pay heavily for my disobedience in the evening. But then the lock of the room clicked, and I was left alone.

I have a husband and child, but I have been living in this house for 3 weeks now and I don’t want to go anywhere from here. But it all started ...