Humiliating chores

The next morning finds you in the kitchen with Mistress Torres, lapping away at her asshole from behind as she is seated on a bar stool enjoying a leisurely breakfast. You are of course on your knees behind her, enjoying your own leisurely breakfast. Mistress Torres is not to be hurried and your knees ache by the time she shifts away from you, snapping her fingers and indicating a new position for you. Obeying with commendable alacrity you drop down on all fours, neck bent low to the floor and presenting your palms turned upward in front of you.

Thus you can only hear her moving about and you cannot see anything apart from the floor beneath you as you hear her exiting the room, tapping on her cellphone as she goes. You don't know how long you remain in this position as Mistress Torres goes about her business, showering, dressing, brushing her teeth and god knows what else. Eventually however, she returns to the kitchen. "****, look at me!" You look up at her command and your eyes meet, her gaze utterly dominating yours.

"I'm going to university now, I've left a list of chores for you on the bedside table." Listening to this, your heart sinks as you realize you'll be left behind for the entire day. "However, I'll expect hourly reports on your servitude and I expect some naughty pictures from you, at every full hour on the dot or I'll be most displeased!" At this you perk up, eager for her attention yet slightly worried.

Mistress Torres extends her hand to you and you lean in, kissing her hand profusely. "Anything for you Mistress!" Her smile makes everything worth it and you get straight to work as she leaves the apartment, loving the door behind her.

At the bedside table you find a long list of household chores that needs doing. Normally this would be no issue, however the instructions indicate that they must be done in very specific and humiliating ways. Clean the floor with your tongue for example, sweeping the floors wearing only a pink thong or the one where you have to ask the neighbor for a cup of sugar clad only in your **** collar and the same thing. And all of it must be photographed and sent to Mistress Torres in addition to the naughty pictures she expects every hour. No time like the present you figure, but where do you start?