No

"No, I don't. I'm just a pathetic ****, mistress," you respond.

"That's right!" Saoirse smiles. "Exactly! You don't deserve shit! But... well, I'm just far too nice, aren't I?"

"Yes, mistress," you nod.

"Alright. I'll let you... hump my leg. Like the dirty dog you are."

With that, you lean into Saoirse, wrapping your legs around hers as you begin to grind your cock against her. She giggles, watching as you desperately grind and hump her leg, your hard cock begging for release.

"God, that's so fucking pathetic," Saoirse says. "You're such a loser, aren't you?"

"Yes, mistress," you reply.

"Oh no, I think human words are far too good for you. Bark."

"Pardon, mistress?"

"Bark, like a dog," Saoirse laughs.

You let out a few barks, causing Saoirse to burst into a fresh wave of laughter. Your cheeks glow red, but you continue to thrust and rub against her leg. You keep moaning, barking every few moments and sending Saoirse into another fit of laughter, before you let out a gasp, your cock exploding and cover Saoirse's foot with cum.

"That's right, my little doggy. Now, lick it up."

As obedient as a hound, you lean in, your tongue darting out and licking the creamy, salty cum off of her foot. The warm mixtures catches in your throat as you gulp down mouthfuls, until her foot is left cleaned, barring a layer of saliva.

"Good boy," Saoirse says. "That's enough from you, back to work."

Without another word, Saoirse swivels around, heading out the door and leaving you with a frustrating hard-on. With that, you return to work. It takes about an hour or more to get it all done, boring and monotonous work of drying and washing and sorting, but as you get along, the piles of laundry grow smaller until they vanish completely, and you're left pulling the last load of work out of the dryer. Suddenly, your phone buzzes, as you look at the screen to see Daniel's calling you.

"You finished yet, dickhead?"

"Just did," you say. "Why, what's up?"

"A couple of us were going with some of the girls to head into town and go shopping. You up for it?"

"I have an assignment due later, mate."

"So are you coming?"

Tossing the last of the dried laundry into the appropriate basket, you shrug.

"Yeah, fuck it. Alright then, I'll be over in a bit."

With that, you head out the door and leave your laundry chores behind you.