#go fetch
Bringing me my breakfast–she’ll be punished for looking so uncheerful and not dressing like a fucktoy.
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Today on my way to work I passed one of those tacky sock stores. They had socks in the window that said “If you can read this, fetch me a glass of wine” and honestly that’s genius but was surprising to see hanging in a display window. I ended up getting a little turned on and called a friend with a crush on me and made her drive two hours to massage my feet and then sent her away. Sometimes I just feel a little drunk with power.
It’s been a day, slave. You were working your ass off at your wage slave job all morning, which means there was no one here to wait on me. Then you had to finish your chores and plan my party this weekend, and work from home for said job. I’m so tired from watching you run around and work so much. Bring me my whiskey and get on all fours so I can prop my feet up.
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They’re so big…
More for you hereWe NEEDED this client.
“Come on”, I snapped at my assistant, Kirby. “They’re having drinks at The Point tonight, I told them we’d meet them there”.
They were an all male crew, and their CEO, George, introduced himself. “You must be Tanya”, he said, extending a hand to my assistant.
I was about to interject, but his next words stopped me in my tracks.
“If I’d known you had such incredible looks to match that impressive mind, I’d have met you a long time ago”.
Kirby wasted no time playing the role of Tanya.
“Fetch us a round of drinks, girl”, she waved at me.
By the end of the night, it hit me. Kirby could easily be me. She was just as intelligent and had the business savvy and attitude that made me so successful.
But I could never be her. All eyes were drawn to either her gorgeous face or her impossibly perfect chest.
That night, I looked at the photo of us. She looked every bit the powerful business woman and I looked every bit the assistant, hanging off her arm, fetching drinks for her and the clients.
My phone bleeped. A text from her.
“We’re a great team. I make a great boss and you make a great minion. Don’t you agree?”
I did.
48 hours later, I had summoned my staff. Kirby, I told them, was in charge now.
As the staff disbursed, she looked at me.
“Tanya. Bring me my coffee, fetch my dry cleaning, have my car washed, then report to my desk. We have much to discuss. I’m sure you’re eager to hear about my expectations of you. My assistant needs to be prepared to work very hard for me. Whether it’s filing, answeing my phone, doing my laundry, driving me around or mopping my floors, I expect you to be available 24/7 to take care of my every need. Do you think you’re up for it?”
My eyes fell to her cleavage. She was the superior woman, and I knew I had my work cut out if I wanted to stay in her employment. I nodded.
“Yes, Miss Kirby”
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When im not busy taking your cock and cum up my ass or down my throat I should be doing things like this to please you.
Yes
I was starving after using her face for hours, so I sent her to make a breakfast sandwich for me before she headed off to earn money for me at her respectable administrative job. I forgot to ask if she was hungry. Meh, well. She’ll be thinking of me all day while her stomach rumbles.
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She knew the rules by now–come dressed to please, ready to hold my place at the pool table, ready to hold my stick when it wasn’t my turn. If she played handmaid well all night she MIGHT get to go home with me.
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In his kitchen, you are the most beautiful and versatile appliance.
Rule 1: Always bend at the waise
Rule 2: If not in heels, act like it anyway
Rule 3: When I say go fetch, you go fetch.
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The more obviously fake the better.
I don’t care if there are servers. You will go fetch my food so my sister can see how well trained you are.
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Now that you’re appropriately dressed, go down the store and fetch me some snacks and a 6 pack, you stupid nip slut!
Did I tell you to stop and pose for the camera? No.
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She started to feel tired from the constant up and down. “Go bring us beer. Go bring us shots. Oh, go get my new shoes to show off.” But seeing Mistress smile was worth the pain and exhaustion.
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The sea is deep and stormy, but you are a man’s flotation device.
You were allowed on this trip for one reason, pretty object that you are. Stand there and look–wait, actually, this beer’s empty. Two reasons. Go fetch.
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This shouldn’t even be considered abnormal. Eventually we should get to a time when the sight of a whore wearing such revealing clothing in public is so commonplace, no one gives it any thought.
It’s hard finding the best deals, getting everything I love on the limited allowance I gave her to spend. I didn’t want her to have to worry about dressing for the store too, so I just sent her in her “cleaning the kitchen” outfit.
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Just because you’re in the kitchen, it doesn’t mean you’re not supposed to look good.
That’s a weirdly distracting amount of eggs she’s making.
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Best … bartender .. ever.
She poured me a drink and asked me if there was anything else I needed. I laughed and threw the drink in her face before I groped her. She smiled through the alcohol stinging her eyes, leaned into my hand, and said “Thank you Sir”.
I didn’t want to bother the cute waitress I was trying to seduce, so I sent my slut back to refill my glass.
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This year, I let my girls come–in costume. Hey, someone had to fetch my drinks and wait in those long lines for me.
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Fräulein Katzentanz on We Heart It
http://weheartit.com/entry/114621350/via/claire23cc
My dummy, fetching beer for me and a hotter girl.
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Alternative Pinup http://lingerie-pinup.blogspot.com/
I dropped something in there just to make her go get it.
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U threw it again,
For me to go get,
But whether I’ll fetch it,
Ain’t such a sure bet.
Not I sayin I wanna,
Not sayin I don’t,
So maybe I will…
…but probably won’t.
