GODDESS KAYLEE , a ruthless embodiment of female supremacy, storms into Her domain, Her flawless figure accentuated by grey sweatpants and a crop top. She looks down at Her mud-caked white sneakers and snarls, "What the fuck! My shoes are filthy as hell!"
She spots the worthless male slave waiting on the floor and barks, "Get your fucking tongue out, doormat! Your only fucking purpose is to serve ME, to clean the fucking dirt from MY shoes." She presses Her soiled sneaker onto its tongue. "Lick them fucking clean, maggot. Be fucking grateful I even let you touch MY shoes with your...
GODDESS KAYLEE , a ruthless embodiment of female supremacy, storms into Her domain, Her flawless figure accentuated by grey sweatpants and a crop top. She looks down at Her mud-caked white sneakers and snarls, "What the fuck! My shoes are filthy as hell!"
She spots the worthless male slave waiting on the floor and barks, "Get your fucking tongue out, doormat! Your only fucking purpose is to serve ME, to clean the fucking dirt from MY shoes." She presses Her soiled sneaker onto its tongue. "Lick them fucking clean, maggot. Be fucking grateful I even let you touch MY shoes with your worthless tongue."
The doormat obeys, its tongue working frantically. GODDESS KAYLEE grinds Her shoe against its mouth, leaving it coated in brown muck. "Swallow that filth, doormat. Consume MY dirt like it's a fucking delicacy. Because to you, it fucking is." She digs Her long, elaborately painted nails into the slave's skin, making it cry out in pain.
"You're a pathetic piece of trash, doormat," She sneers. "Now, roll the fuck over and lick up the mess you let ME walk in." She places Her foot on its head, shoving its face onto the tile. "Be fucking thorough, or I swear to fucking god, you'll regret it."
Later, GODDESS KAYLEE descends the stairs, dressed in a provocative skirt and towering black stilettos. She pauses in front of the doormat, Her eyes filled with disgust. She sits on it, Her full body weight pressing down on its stomach, the spikes of Her heels digging painfully into its chest.
"Hurry the fuck up, doormat!" She screams, slapping its stomach harshly. "My big-dicked date is coming, and if I'm late because of your fucking incompetence, I will fucking cane you until you scream! Now, make MY heels fucking shine, you worthless pig!"
She grinds Her stilettos into its chest, taking pleasure in its muffled cries of pain. "You're fucking nothing, doormat. Your only fucking purpose is to serve ME, to clean up after ME, to be MY living fucking furniture. Be fucking grateful for this honor."
With that, She stands up, Her heels now gleaming, and delivers a harsh kick to the doormat's side. "Stay the fuck there, worthless slave. I might have more use for you when I return. Or maybe I'll piss all over your fucking face. That's all you're good for, after all."
She storms out the door, leaving the doormat groveling on the floor, awaiting Her return.
