tonight i was serving my Mistress by rubbing and massaging Her feet while She worked on various facets of Her media empire. She was in the middle of downloading a large file on Her computer when suddenly She said:
"Well looks like I need to find something else to do until this file downloads".
I chirped up with what i though was a brilliant, fun suggestion.
"You could always count and see how long it takes to hold Your breath Mistress." i continued to rub Her feet. She looked down at me and smiled coldly.
"I have a better idea. Lets see how long I can force you to hold your breath before passing out? Better yet, i'll take you up to the whole 120. you won't be dead, but at least you will be to the point of becoming a vegetable." She smacked me hard with the sole of Her foot and snickered at my obvious discomfort with that statement. i continued to massage Her foot, but in fearful silence and consternation.
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