Whatever Mistress orders you to do: don’t sigh, don’t roll your eyes, don’t hesitate, don’t make any weird sounds and above all: never ever question Her orders. Unless you want to stare at your testicles in a glass of water on the bedside table. Seriously: never question Her orders, because it implies that you know better. And that’s without doubt the most stupid mistake a slave can make. So if She orders you to worship Her socks, then dig in and go for it. It’s not a punishment, or a humiliation for that matter, it’s a privilege. She is divine and it doesn’t matter which liquids or smells She throws at you: embrace them as a gift from Heaven. She’s wearing these socks, they’re tightly wrapped around Her gorgeous feet, don’t ever forget that. It only works with Her socks though. I strongly discourage you to practise with your own socks. Did it was once and nearly had to puke. She’s a Goddess and you’re a skunk, it’s as simple as that.
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.