Long Toe Sally - Worthy pov2
The Unworthy
A Sense of Control
In the world of Long Toe Sally's dominance, there is always a new twist to her power games. Today, she has decided to take it up a notch with her unworthy slave. As he kneels before her, struggling to meet her gaze, he feels the weight of his insignificance pressing down on him.
She sits on the porch, her massive buttocks towering over him, casting a shadow of inferiority. She crosses her long, slender legs, revealing the wrinkled soles of her feet. He can't help but stare, mesmerized by the tempting toes that wiggle playfully.
"Tell me, slave," she purrs, her voice dripping with disdain. "Why do you think you deserve anything from me?"
His voice trembles as he answers, "You...you give me jerk-off instructions, Mistress." It's a pitiful attempt to assert himself, but it only serves to reinforce his lowly status in her eyes.
She chuckles darkly, her ample ass shaking with laughter. "That's right, slave. I give you the bare minimum because that's all you're worthy of." She leans forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of her tight top, and grinds her foot into his chest. "You're just a rub, a doormat for my feet. And you'll never be anything more than that."
The weight of her words is crushing, but he can't deny the thrill that courses through his veins. In this moment, he knows his place—at the bottom of the hierarchy, yearning for her approval. And yet, there's a glimmer of hope that keeps him coming back.
Perhaps one day, he might prove himself worthy in her eyes. Until then, he'll cling to the scraps of attention she deigns to give him, savoring every moment of the control she wields over him.
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