Listening. Waiting in the dark, ready to pounce on the opportunity to obey when it presented itself… Something hard, firm suddenly against it’s cheek. Neck swivelled, tongue darted out. Gentle licks up the length of hard rubber. What was it? Not important. She had presented it with something to tend to. Instinct had kicked in.
It was something belonging to Her, treat it with the same respect and with as much attention as She Herself. Head lifted, mouth touched soft rubber as well as hard. The tip of something entering. Sucking. Head moving slowly from side to side. A soft groan…
It was a shoe.
No need to stop and ask, or to even silently wonder why it was gagging on Her shoe…
It always trusted that Mistress knew best.
Suitably Hers 