"Hmm I know you can be my house cleaning machine! Go do the dishes. And hand wash them, why should I pay for extra water and electricity for you to do them in a dishwasher. And when you're done with that I'll show you where the vacuum is and you can do that too." You look at her slightly dumbstruck. "Well? Get to it now foot freak." She ordered you.
You hopped to it. Why? Because you had no self-esteem left. You had eaten her toenails, eat the remains of her pedegg. You had been used as a foot rest and then used for a pedicure. Why did you obey? Because you were subhuman filth that should take care of his betters and this 52 year old blond was better than you. You headed to the kitchen and began the drudgery. She lived by herself so it wasn't as if there was a massive amount but still it was tedious. It took a good 30 minutes and then she showed you where the vacuum was. This too you did.
She relaxed in the other room with the TV turned up while you slaved over the other carpeted rooms of her house. You did the master bedroom, a spare bedroom, the closets and the living room. With the TV turned up you knew she wouldn't have any other orders for you until you finished. Maybe... maybe just maybe this was a good time to get the hell out of dodge. You knew you couldn't disobey a direct order, you didn't have the spine for that, not after being forced to consume her foot leavings, but if she didn't give you an order because you left and then you avoided her... maybe you could escape having to do this on a daily basis!
But even that might be a stretch for your ground down self-esteem. Can you go through with your plan of finishing the vacuuming and then quickly exiting her home?
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