In Bed and Bath with My Serf
I stepped out of the luxurious Italian 5-star hotel suite, adorned in a silky robe that hugged my body tightly. The trimmed edges emphasized my voluptuous figure as I lit up a cigarette, my eyes lingering on the bound figure kneeling before me. My serf was dressed in nothing but a tiny, black speedo that accentuated his toned physique and left his muscular thighs exposed. His hands were tied behind his back, suspended from a rope over a hook in the ceiling, forcing him to arch his back slightly. A small name tag with the word "Property" in bold letters dangled between his nipples, which were attached with medical staplers.
I took a long drag of my cigarette, savoring the thick, sweet smoke as it filled my lungs. The aroma of his cologne mixed with that of the tobacco, creating an intoxicating blend that I found irresistible. My serf's gaze never left my feet, which were clad in a pair of stiletto heeled pumps. The leather against my skin felt divine, especially after spending an entire week in them non-stop.
"Good boy," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Now, show me how well you take care of my feet."
Without hesitation, he leaned forward, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of my ankles. His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate lines of my high heels before dipping inside one of the shoes. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he began to massage my feet, the pressure just right.
"That's it, spurflesh," I purred. "You know how to make me feel good."
As he worked his magic, I took another drag of my cigarette, savoring the taste. My fingers raked through his hair, pulling him closer to me. The scent of his freshly shaved body and the warmth of his skin were intoxicating. I couldn't help but wonder how long I would make him kneel here, worshipping my feet, before moving on to the next task.
"Mmm, that feels so good," I moaned, closing my eyes briefly. "Keep it up, and maybe I'll let you taste me later."
My words sent a shiver down his spine, and he redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking on my toes with enthusiasm. I couldn't help but smile, watching his face contort with pleasure as he focused on his task. A part of me felt bad for him, knowing that this was his life now, completely at my disposal. But another part was aroused by the power I held over him, the control I could exert with just a word or gesture.
"Excellent, spurflesh," I murmured, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair again. "You truly are a gift from the gods."
And with that, I leaned back in my chair, content to enjoy the view of my serf kneeling at my feet, his eyes never leaving them, his tongue tracing every inch of my skin. For now, this was enough. But tomorrow, I would find something new to torment him with, something to push him further, to test his limits. After all, that was what being my serf was all about.
