Start cooking

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You decide to stay in the kitchen. It just feels so natural. This is what you're supposed to do. You belong here. This is your purpose. You grab the knife out of the cupboard, and begin chopping up ingredients. You're making a beautiful stew tonight. You prepare the dish with such grace and precision that any professional chef would be impressed, but you only have one man in mind right now. Master. His face is becoming more and more clear. You aren't sure what you'd been thinking before, but right now, he is all that matters. Making him the best dinner possible is all that matters. Who knows? Maybe if he likes what you've made, he'll reward you...

Your body trembles at the thought. Your pussy starts leaking through what little covers it. Your desire to please your Master increases with every garnish, every ingredient, every piece of seasoning, until finally, after what feels like hours of hard work being put into crafting the perfect meal for your Master, you hear the doorbell ring. You slowly approach the door that had been standing next to the bathroom on the far side of the living room all along, unlock the door, and welcome your Master in with a smile, your head held high. He kisses you lovingly when he smells the delicious aroma of your home cooking. He compliments your outfit (or lackthereof) and smiles at you. Tonight is going to be magical.

This is bliss.

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