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     Oh, how I loved her. Adoration, lust, devotion.  A short list of all the things her presence instills. My love, my mistress. Theres nothing I would  not do for her. Which is why I'm on my knees scrubbing her kitchen with a toothbrush.  My mistress's demands are few but I do them to the best of my ability.

   I heard the click of her stilettos on the polished wood of the hallway floor. Body instantly starts to throb, one giant heartbeat. Out of the corner of my eye, those black clad feet stopped.  I dare not look up. My love is here and all I want is to drink her  in. Slowly she walks toward, those shiny black boots, stopping before me. Lowering myself all the way to floor, I kissed the tip of her heels and rested my forehead on the floor.

"Very good my darling. You may kneel ," she whispered. And I scrambled up to my knees.  Her hands were gently petting my hair and I  grew hard at the smell of her perfume. In fact I could feel my head welling up, drops of milky white beginning to gather.  I peeked up, and shuddered.  Gorgeous.  My eyes traveled up, the stockings covered by the black pencil skirt. A white blouse covered her breasts but she must not be wearing a bra. In response to the cold, her nipples peaked through the thin fabric. Inwardly I groaned and the salty fluid began to drip from my tip. Much to my horror,  I couldn't control it and I leaked on her new shoes....