My Mistress informed me the other night that I would be painting her toenails. I was ordered to retrieve my stuff from the closet. When I returned there was a pillow on the floor next to the bed. I dropped to my knees, handed my Mistress the tray of polishes and began removing the polish. After each toe is cleared I must kiss it. By the time it finished Mistress had picked out the color she wanted. As she laid back to play games on her phone she reminded me that I had better do a good job if I hoped to avoid punishment and thus be rewarded. I went to work applying the polish as carefully as po… Read more