My vacuum is very different from your vacuum.
When my bedroom carpet needs cleaning, I go into the closet and grab my vacuum named "Hana." Usually, Hana sits patiently in the dark of the closet hoping she'll get a chance to serve her purpose, and today is her lucky day! Hana is a very good vacuum: secured around her chubby waist is a special, leather hip-harness I made which holds a Hitachi wand directly on her clitoris. The wand's power-cord runs around her waist and up to her butt-crack, where the plug bounces around playfully like a pig's tail.
I lead my vacuum Hana out of the closet on all fours and into the middle of the bedroom, grab my orange extension cord, and plug her in — off she goes! This trained vacuum is crawling around the bedroom like a mad woman, picking up every stray hair and bit of lint she finds. I relax on the bed for a minute to enjoy watching her jiggly ass and hardening-tits sway beneath her as she cleans. Warm, happy tears rush down her face as the strain of nearly twenty minutes of high-vibration wand takes its toll on her worthless, meaty cunt. She pushes a meager pile of dusty debris in front of me, hoping to satisfy me enough to allow her to cum, but I refuse to let her orgasm. With a simple, disapproving head-shake, I send Hana roaming around for more clutter on the floor.