An Old Bitch's Duty is to Obey: Serving Alsu's Feet
The Beginning of Monica's Submission
In the dimly lit room, the old bitch Monica lay prostrate on the floor, her eyes fixed on the goddess who stood above her. Alsu towered over her, towering in both height and dominance. The mistress's gaze was cold and calculating, yet it sent shivers down Monica's spine. This was the beginning of her eternal duty.
As Monica's mind raced with fear and anticipation, she felt Alsu's commanding presence approach. Slowly, the mistress knelt down, her eyes never leaving Monica's vulnerable form. With a sigh of resignation, Monica knew what was coming next. Alsu placed one foot gently on her chest, pressing her down into the cold floor. The old slave's heart raced as she felt the warmth of Alsu's foot against her bare skin. It was an intimate touch that left her feeling both humiliated and aroused.
From Footstool to Human Foot Wash
Alsu leaned back, propping herself up with one hand on the wall as she surveyed her new footstool. Monica's body trembled beneath her, eager to please. The mistress ran her fingers through Monica's thinning hair, using it as a makeshift rag to clean her feet. She watched with amusement as Monica's tongue darted out, tasting the sweat and dirt on her feet.
With a sudden command, Alsu ordered Monica to stand up. The old bitch struggled to her feet, her knees shaking from both fear and anticipation. Alsu placed one foot on Monica's shoulder, using her as a pedestal. With every step, Monica felt the mistress's weight press down on her, reminding her of her place in this twisted hierarchy.
From Foot Wash to Human Footrest
As Alsu neared the edge of the room, she suddenly stopped and turned around. Monica held her breath, unsure of what was coming next. To her horror, Alsu stepped off the footstool and onto Monica's bent knee. The old bitch let out a whimper as Alsu placed her other foot on top of Monica's head, balancing herself perfectly.
Alsu leaned back, propping herself up with her hands on either side of Monica's head. She gazed down at the old slave with a mixture of amusement and contempt. Monica's body served as a footrest for the mistress, her head as a soft pillow to support Alsu's weight. The old bitch felt every inch of her humiliation as she was reduced to nothing more than a living piece of furniture.
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