only one had the task of keeping the house organized and clean, which was a task for him, was forced to wear my panties and my skirts, plus the highest and uncomfortable heel I had. Half an hour before they got home he would remove his skirt and heel, put on a pair of slacks so that they would not suspect anything. When my mother praised the house or some task of my slave I would reward him, let him wear a slipper, lick my pussy, and if he would make me cum twice I would let him eat me, but if she did not say anything or complain something was a reason for punishment, in addition to the jump he had to use a very thick anal plug during all the tasks, sometimes the little guy cried, and took a whip and nothing left me more horny than when he thanked after every aggression , after all, if I did not thank you, I would not have dinner. His devotion filled me with excitement, with pleasure. His dog face, the face of satisfaction at fulfilling my desires, the way he begged my orders, I did not allow him to leave the house, just with me, to carry my bags, I would go to the gym, work out, he was skinny, as I liked, my slave had to feel that besides psychologically I was stronger physically, my parents began to distrust and we ended up moving to a single apartment of ours. My slave's life had just gotten even harder, or hotter.
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