Service Slut
The life and calling of a slave to his mistress, just one more day of obedience.
Service Slut
Madam is cross with me, I believe this because she has called me to attend on her, and it is already late. That can only mean that she is cross and wants to make my life hard. I arrive at her flat door, kneel on the carpet with the lift to my left and ring her doorbell. How long she will keep me waiting in this public thoroughfare I can not tell, I suppose it depends on how impatient she feels to get to disciplining me.
I hear the lift descend, someone has called it: I listen; it keeps on descending all the way to the ground floor. There is a reasonable chance that whoever has called the lift will want another floor; after all there are seven floors. Each floor has four flats but
