Aura walked into the living room, her hair still damp from the shower after her trip to the hairdresser. She had just gotten home and was in a great mood, ready to have some fun with her house slave. She wore all black, from her hair to her clothes, which made her look even more striking against the white of the couch she plopped down on.
Her slave, who had been anticipating her arrival, immediately sprang into action. He coughed loudly, drawing Aura's attention. She raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed by the interruption to her leisurely afternoon. "What's the matter with you?" she asked, irritation starting to seep into her voice.
The slave coughed again, this time more forcefully. "I... I think I might need to see a doctor," he stammered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his coughing fits.
Aura rolled her eyes, already tired of his excuses. "I'm the doctor you need," she said, standing up and stalking towards him. "Lay down on the floor and let me take care of it."
The slave obeyed without hesitation, lying down on the cold hardwood floor. Aura stepped on his chest, pressing down with all her weight, and then moved her foot up to his neck. She placed all her weight on his throat, cutting off his air supply as she observed his struggling face with a sadistic grin.
"Tell me, slave," she purred, her voice echoing in his ears as he struggled for breath. "Does it hurt? Because it should."
Finally, she lifted her foot, allowing him to gasp for air. The relief he felt was temporary, however, as she continued to stand on his throat, alternating between pressing down and lifting off just enough to keep him alive.
"You know," she said casually, resting her hands on her hips as she watched TV while standing on him. "You really are quite pathetic."
After several minutes of this torture, she finally lifted her foot from his throat. He thanked her profusely, kissing her feet repeatedly as he tried to recover from the ordeal.
"That was just for fun," she said coldly, walking away from him. "Don't think you're off the hook yet."
She wandered around the house, her feet itching for some attention. Noticing that her slave was still on the floor, she had an idea.
"Get up," she ordered, pointing at him with her foot. "You're going to be my human rug today."
The slave scrambled to his feet, looking up at her expectantly. Aura's cruel smile told him everything he needed to know.
"Kneel down and start licking my feet," she commanded. "And don't forget to suck on each toenail."
The slave did as he was told, knowing better than to disobey his mistress. Aura stood over him, enjoying the sight of his face pressed against her feet. She massaged her feet in his hair, feeling the warmth return to them as he licked and sucked her toes.
"That's it, slave," she purred, her voice filled with sadistic delight. "You're doing a good job."
His face turned redder and bigger as she pressed down on it, trampled it underfoot, and twisted his head this way and that to get a better angle for her foot massage. He moaned in submission, unable to resist the pleasure she was inflicting upon him.
Finally, she grew bored of her foot massage and moved on to something else. She picked up the remote control and resumed watching TV, this time placing her feet on his face. He could feel her toes pressing against his cheeks, massaging his skin as she watched her show.
"This is much better than a real footstool," she murmured, completely ignoring his presence.
Hours passed like this, with Aura Using her slave's face as a footstool and ignoring him completely. When she finally grew tired of this and decided it was time for something else, she kicked him off the couch and sent him to fetch her some socks.
"Make sure they're clean," she warned him, not taking her eyes off the TV screen. "And warm."
The slave nodded meekly, knowing better than to argue with his mistress. He went to his room, collected a fresh pair of socks, and brought them back to her. She accepted them without thanks, slipping her bare feet into them.
"Now, worship my feet," she commanded, pointing at the floor.
The slave bowed his head, lowering it to the floor. He began by kissing her feet, then moved up to her calves, her thighs, and finally her stomach. Aura ignored him, lost in her TV show or scrolling through her phone. But that didn't stop him from worshipping her every inch, knowing that this was his only purpose in life now.
And so, another day in Aura's life passed by. Her slave lay in a heap on the floor, exhausted from his continuous servitude. But he knew that tomorrow would bring new tasks, new ways for her to humiliate and degrade him. He accepted this fate with a broken heart, knowing that there was no escape from his cruel mistress's wrath.
