Ass worship and ass-cleaning are two very different things, as far as I’m concerned. The former is about devotion, the latter about maintenance. Admiring the night sky or travelling into deep space, that kinda thing. Now, most of us love the idea of having to worship a Lady’s gluteus maximus. Going backstage, so to speak. Becoming a derrière devotee, a back end boy. However, becoming a brownnose is certainly not everyone’s cup of tea. That’s why some slaves dread the arse, buttocks, fundament, rear, tail, can, behind, bum. Because it’s such a thin, thin line between worshipping and cleaning the whoopie cakes, you know. It all depends on the amount of toiletpaper in the house. Most Mistress want you to dig in and stop whining about it. They honestly don’t give a shit.