December 20th, 2017 
Victoria 
Houseboy
Houseboy, My Tall Black Boots Need Cleaning.
I have spent the autumn training you to be the perfect houseboy. Running my household is no easy task. Your favorite household task seems to be arranging my bras and panties just the way I like them. My bras are all nestled together, and my panties are folded perfectly. You know which of my dresses need to go to the dry cleaners and which you can launder. Your kitchen skills have improved substantially, despite a few minor disasters at the start. I was starting to wonder if you were burning my dinner just to receive a punishment from me. Apparently, you are addicted to pain and humiliation.
Training you to become the perfect houseboy has been rewarding but exhausting. Constant punishments, scoldings, the paddle, corner time, and degrading humiliation name calling. Now, the holidays are here, and the initial training is behind us. You know your place and your routine. Every morning, you kneel before me so I can place your collar around your neck. I attach the leash to your collar so that I can take my pet for your daily walk around the house. I point out things that need your attention in addition to your daily tasks and chores.
All you want for Christmas is to serve me and give me pleasure.
As evening fades to night, houseboy, you have washed and hung my stockings with care knowing that I soon will be there. You wait for me join you in the playroom. You are naked and anxiously waiting for me to finish my luxurious bath. When I finally enter the room, I pull out your toys to give you a good, hard pegging. I smack your ass, and I give you a tongue-lashing because I have to remind you to get on all fours. Present your ass proudly to me and pull your cheeks apart for me. Look over your shoulder, and beg for an intense session tonight.
Happy Holidays,
Mistress Victoria
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I would be The Truest of True house boys for you. What you provide is rare among women these days. Your beauty is both inside and out.
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.
-Scotty
You are very sweet Scotty. I hope that you are enjoying your holiday season. I look forward to spending time with you.
Mistress Victoria