You’re My household slave. You’ve been trained so well that you know what I want without Me needing to say a word. You’re sitting in a corner in my living room awaiting further instructions while I’m in my bathroom getting ready for bed. I come into the living room with My hair up in a messy bun, My face beautifully natural without any makeup, My naked body covered by only a soft robe. I’m holding My phone as I walk over to the couch, but not before snapping at you to take your position. You know where I want you. You lay on your back on My glass coffee table. It’s not comfortable, but you’re happy to do it. I want a soft place to rest My legs and you’re going to provide it for me. I lay back on the couch and stretch My legs over your body, with My sweet, bare feet resting right in your face. I then spend some time on My phone, checking My social media, taking selfies- while completely ignoring you, of course. You know your place.