Sally's servant - part three

It soon came to pass that I was to become more than just Sally's servant at work. She decided that she would take me on as her full-time servant, or to be exact about it, slave, as I was not to be paid a penny for my servitude.

It meant lodgings and food. She took on the ownership of my flat, which she rented out, not that she needed the money but it was good to be contributing in some way to my room and food. Well, not exactly a room - I slept in a converted broom cupboard downstairs, just enough room for a mattress with a small sink in the corner with which to keep clean. The only other object in the room would be the occasional sock or shoe which she would permit me to sleep with as a reward after exceptionally good work. I really did feel quite blessed when I was able to go to sleep with one of Mistress Sally's socks pressed to my nose - it made all the hard work worthwhile. And when I say food, it wasn't a very comprehensive range but enough bread and butter to keep me going and sometimes her leftover scraps, another real treat for me.

It's odd how I so quickly spiralled from employee to servant to slave, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I had no relatives or friends to think of, so what better way to spend one's life than happily safe in Sally's large six bedroom house, attending to her every whim. It felt so right.

I would wake at 6.00 AM every day, and start my chores - cleaning the bathroom so it was perfect when she found it, scrubbing the kitchen, ensuring all her clothes were neatly pressed and ready in the second bedroom which formed a giant wardrobe - Sally was well dressed and had expensive tastes - and ensuring not a speck of dust existed on her boots and shoes. Generally this was just done with a shoe cleaning kit - I was usually only permitted to kiss and lick Sally's shoes when she was present - but I always had more than enough opportunities to use my tongue. For example any speck of dirt on the kitchen or bathroom floors would mean me licking the offending area as well as an extended area she saw fit. It was not unusual as a punishment for me to be commanded to lick the entire kitchen floor clean - after she'd walked through in her muddy riding boots. That could be hard work! But I deserved it if I had failed in my task, and it amused Sally so everything was as it should be.

Sally would stir at around 7.30. I would usually wake her with a pot of tea and continental breakfast placed by her bedside as I took my place at the foot of her bed to massage her feet as she gently awoke. I would place a kiss of the sole of each feet and say "Good morning my mistress. You are truly a goddess and this worthless creature is truly honoured to serve you in any way you desire today."

She would purr when she heard those words, adoring the attention and the thrill of having another human being as her property. Sometime I would be lucky enough to be ordered to suck her toes to help her into the morning - her toes tasted so sweet and was the perfect way for both of us to wake, I thought.

I would then generally leave Sally to get herself ready, and continue to clean downstairs while waiting for her to leave for another day of high powered business. I would ensure I was lying in the doorway as she left the house. Her final sight of me would be as she stood on top of me and raised both soles of her shoes to lick clean as she left. They were of course thoroughly clean already but she loved the feeling that leaving the house with a pair of shoes freshly licked clean by another human being - it really set her up for the day. And for me, it was as good as life could get. As my tongue touched shoe sole, I felt truly complete.

My day would be spent cleaning the house and cars, tending the garden - I had become an excellent gardener - and preparing Sally's meal for that evening. There was CCTV in the house which monitored me in the day. So often I wanted to eat some of the ingredients I would use to cook Sally's dinner but I knew that my bread and butter was all I deserved and I was lucky to get that, the incredible deal in life I had. I would not stop for more than my allotted two fifteen-minutes break all day until she came home.

In the evening, around 6.30, I would lie back down in front of the doorway as I awaited the sound of Sally's mercedes in the drive...