The Human-Rug's Delightful Welcome Home
LANA - Return Home Routine - EXTREME Shoe Worship Fun With The Human-Rug
As Lana stepped out of her luxurious car, her eyes instantly scanned the expansive grounds of her villa. The setting sun painted the sky a deep shade of orange, casting long shadows across the immaculately manicured lawn. She exhaled slowly, savoring the feeling of having just attended a glamorous gala. Her gown was still clinging to her curves, its silken fabric brushing against her thighs as she walked towards the entrance.
Inside, the human-rug was already waiting for her. He lay on his belly, his eyes fixed on the floor, anticipating his mistress's arrival. His heart raced with excitement and terror as he felt the familiar presence approaching. Then, she stood over him, towering above him with her six-inch heels.
"Welcome home, Lana," he whispered, his voice quivering. She leaned down, her lips curled into a sneer.
"You know better than to speak unless spoken to," she hissed, her breath hot against his ear.
Without further ado, she lifted one of her elegant stilettos and placed it gently but firmly on his back. "Start the routine," she commanded, her voice cool and authoritative.
The human-rug knew exactly what to do. He used his tongue to gently clean the shoe before moving up to her ankle. As he did so, Lana's eyes fluttered closed in bliss, her head tilting back slightly. Her slave's devoted actions always brought her great pleasure, and this time was no exception.
With a contented sigh, she removed her shoe from his mouth and placed it on the floor. "Excellent work, my little rug. You always know how to please your mistress."
She leaned down again, this time running her fingers through his hair. It was a cruel gesture, but she enjoyed the way he flinched nonetheless. It only added to his humiliation, which was part of the thrill for both parties involved.
As Lana made her way into the house, she continued to trample over her human-rug. It wasn't enough for her to simply walk on him - she had to remind him of his place in the world. His body ached with every step, but he would never complain. That was not his place.
Finally, she reached the door to her bedroom, where she paused for a moment. "One more thing," she purred, her voice like silk. With that, she bent down and wiped the soles of her shoes on the front of his clothes, leaving behind a trail of dirt and sweat. It was a lingering reminder of her dominance, a mark that would remain long after she had left him.
And so, the human-rug lay there, his body aching but his heart full of devotion. He knew that his mistress would return soon, and he could barely contain his excitement. For now, though, he had to content himself with the euphoric memory of her return, and the sweet scent of her shoes still lingering in the air.
