Fucked up and evil that I have to work for money instead of being fed and sheltered by an eccentric mistress in exchange for my diligent housekeeping services that are allegedly the main reason I'm kept in the lady's employ but we both know it's because she gets a kick out of making me wear excessively revealing clothing and lightly smacking my plush bottom whenever she "coincidentally" passes me by for the 4th or 5th consecutive time.













