It still haunts me

Part 4: I hate popcorns

Three o'clock saw me reporting again to Mistress Nelly, who was ensconcing
herself in the sofa waiting for me. "Oh, Alex. I was waiting for you to
undress me. Come on, dear, take off my shoes and stockings," she hailed my
coming.

I bent my knees down on the floor before her and took off her shoes, which
proliferated a stinky smell. I then peeled the stockings off her feet and
put them inside the shoes. "Oh, Alex. My stinky feet are killing me, give
them a good sniff to rid me of this odor," she ordered. I inhaled the aroma
from her feet. "There are a lot of toe jam in between my toes. Take them
away, Alex, please," she ordered again.

I worked my tongue in between the toes and ate away all the toe jam until
her feet gleamed thanks to my saliva. "Now get the bowl and wash my feet
for the massage routine, Alex dear," she commanded. I brought the bowl of
lukewarm water to start the established process and massaged her feet and
calves and she moaned in relaxation, turning on the TV while enjoying a
good massage.

"Now Alex I am going to use you as my footstool while I am watching TV, but
first get me the popcorn in the kitchen. I fetched her the popcorn and she
ordered me get down on all fours and let my side face her but after she
told me to stuff  her stockings into my mouth to clean them with my saliva.

She was in a good mood to have finally found something to kill time at
home. "Your performance seemed to have improved quite well, Alex. That is
why I brought you a good present during a shopping hour. See, I bought you
a BIG glass for occasional refreshments from my bladder," she said. "Thank
you, Madame," I muffled with her stockings inside my mouth.

"Oh, it's nothing, Alex, after all the service you have been and will be
offering," she said. She brought her legs off my back and told me to bring
out the stockings from my mouth and pinched my nose and brought it to face
her panties, the part where her shit hole was nestling. She released a big
fart and I, as an established routine between us, inhaled deep and took
away the six or seven farts [may be she ate a lot of popcorn that inflated
her stomach]. Mistress Nelly did not like the smell and since she has to
release those farts, the only way to solve this problem was me taking them
into my lungs.

"Sorry, dear, but you know in my age it is hard for me to keep control over
my body, so I wish you would not find my smell inconvenient," she said.

"Never mind, Madame. It's always be glad for me to be of service to you. At
least that is why I was created, to be of service and pleasure to you," I
answered politely.