Mistress likes Her walks and last summer She took me on a never-ending marathon through the highlands. It was bloody hot and I honestly thought I would melt along the way. After hours and hours She finally decided to sit down for a while. She drank Her water by the gallon, but She didn’t even allow me to have a sip. She saw my agony and said: “Poor slave, you look thirsty. Come here, indulge yourself.” She didn’t gave me the water bottle though, She showed me Her armpit. I didn’t hesitate and went for it like a dehydrated St. Bernard. Her hot burning sweat tasted salty, but at the same time it was enormously refreshing. I took a long drink and emerged from Her armpit as new. She’s born near Lourdes, what can I say.