The renting of a slave pt.2 (Her point of view)

I awoke, slightly nervous. Not the butterflies in the stomach, really edgy-type nervous, but nervous that I somehow wouldn't be as hot or as cute as what they saw in my pictures;  I stayed busy by doing a few things around the house and ran some errands, including picking up a couple of tasty beers, bottles of water and my favourite fruit - some fresh cherries; I wanted to kick back and enjoy this as much as possible.
That week had been a bit  s t r e s s f u l. I was keen to savour each moment of what was to come. I tried not to touch myself, but to be honest that was the hardest part. I was so turned on by the whole prospect of borrowing this cute little thing and wondered how it would be in real life after months of fantasising about what I would do if given the opportunity. Little did I know sending a few brief messages about wishing to become a subject in the photographs would actually become reality only a few days later. Beyond that, I would also get to use it as I pleased and have myself some fun.
When it arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to see a baby pink-clad softie stood shyly outside my door. I had become familiar with raw, raunchy, candid; I could sense it was nervous.
I kept my cool and skipped the small-talk. I beckoned it to follow me through my flat and into my bedroom where I had already set up camp on the sofa below my mezzanine bed. Now wasn't the time for talking. I wanted my feet and ass worshiped; it would do as I pleased...

the rest is a bit if a blur.... my mind wanders..