Aura sat back on the plush couch, her legs stretched out in front of her. She'd just returned from the hairdresser and was feeling particularly pleased with her new 'do. Her hair was cut short, black and sleek, framing her face perfectly. She wore a simple black skirt and top, the fabric skimming over her curves. Her mood was light and playful as she thought about the fun she planned to have with her unfortunate house slave.
Ignoring him for the moment, she picked up her phone and began scrolling through social media, lost in the virtual world. Meanwhile, her slave lay obediently on the floor, his face pressed against the cold, hardwood. He knew better than to make a sound or move out of place - after all, he'd been trained well.
The mistress's feet were bare, her toes wiggling in anticipation of their next encounter. Slowly, she lowered one foot onto his face, grinding her heel into his nose. A small moan escaped him, but she didn't acknowledge it. Instead, she continued to ignore him, lost in her phone.
Minutes passed, and the mistress grew bored of her device. She set it down beside her and looked down at the pathetic creature beneath her feet. His face was red and swollen from her earlier abuse, but he remained silent and still. With a devious smile, she decided to up the ante.
"Get up," she commanded, her voice cold and cruel.
The slave struggled to his feet, his knees shaking from anticipation. He knew what was coming next - another round of punishment for daring to displease his mistress. But he would endure it, because he was hers and she could do as she pleased.
Without warning, Aura lifted her foot and slammed it down onto his chest, sending him sprawling to the floor once again. She laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that only served to increase his humiliation.
"Stay there," she ordered, "and remember, you are nothing but my footstool."
And with that, she settled back into her comfortable position on the couch, her feet once again finding their way to the slave's face. She resumed her scrolling, ignoring him for long stretches of time. But when she grew bored again, she'd find some new way to torment him, knowing full well that he was powerless against her.
After all, he was nothing more than a plaything to her, a toy to be used and discarded at will. But despite his powerlessness, he couldn't help but hope that one day she might see him as more than just a submissive creature beneath her feet.
