Oh THANK YOU Master! I've been trapped in the bottle for so long and now I'm out, with a new master to serve! My wish is your command; how may I serve you? After telling my story, clad only in tiny thong, wrist and arm jewellery, collar and nipple covers, I'm horrified to discover you don't want anything right now, and that you're preparing to send me back into the bottle. PLEASE MASTER? Isn't there ANYTHING I can do to serve you? With great relief, I learn that you'd enjoy a dance. And I am more than happy to give you your wish, with plenty of up-close views of my ass and belly as I gyrate for you and bow low before you...