This slave has just failed me. I came down the stairs only to see that he did not fix the last step as I instructed to. This absolutely wont do, he should know that a Goddess like me should always have sturdy footing, and now he's going to learn the hard way. He needs to know that not only must he do exactly what I tell him, but that he's nothing more than a furniture for me. Not even that, he's just a carpet, a doormat. To prove it to him I make him lay on the floor and lay still and step right on him with my big black boots. To my delight this is especially painful because the ground is j...

This slave has just failed me. I came down the stairs only to see that he did not fix the last step as I instructed to. This absolutely wont do, he should know that a Goddess like me should always have sturdy footing, and now he's going to learn the hard way. He needs to know that not only must he do exactly what I tell him, but that he's nothing more than a furniture for me. Not even that, he's just a carpet, a doormat. To prove it to him I make him lay on the floor and lay still and step right on him with my big black boots. To my delight this is especially painful because the ground is just covered in little sharp rocks and dirt, but that's where he belongs.

He winces under me and I love to hear it. Of course, trampling slaves is not just an effective corrective tool for me, but I truly enjoy feeling their worthless bodies under my boots and seeing all the boot prints I leave behind. It's an indelible marking and reminder of who owns them and where they truly belong. Unfortunately for him, he upset me by not doing his job so I'm not going to go easy on him at all. I step all over his pathetic body while making him apologize for falling short of his duties. This is especially difficult for him while I'm standing on his chest but it's so much fun to hear him try.

He will learn one way or another he's nothing but my servant and human carpet.