Goddess Elisa - A footstool waits for me

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Goddess Elisa - A footstool waits for me

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Elisa's Command: A Footstool Awaits Me

Arrival of the Mistress

After a long day of dominating the city, Goddess Elisa finally returned home. The scent of submission and desire filled her nostrils as she approached her lavish abode. With a smirk, she peeked through the window to see her loyal slave eagerly awaiting her arrival.

The Pathetic Sight

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her. The pathetic creature was kneeling under the table, his cock pressed firmly against the cockbox, an expression of pure submission on his face. Goddess Elisa couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the sight of her slave's devotion.

The Mistress' Decision

She watched as he squirmed and twitched, his desire for her palpable. With a casual swipe of her foot, she pushed him further into submission. "You are pathetic," she purred, her voice echoing through the room. "But you will do."

A Footstool for the Goddess

Elisa walked over to the table, her hulking frame towering over the slave. With a flick of her finger, she gestured for him to move closer. "Get on all fours, slave," she commanded. "You are nothing but a footstool for your mistress."

The Computer and Snacks

As the slave complied, Elisa took a seat at the computer and began typing away. She couldn't help but feel the warmth of his body against her legs, the constant rocking of his hips against the floor. It was a comforting rhythm that accompanied her work.

The Feast Commences

With the computer in front of her, Elisa leaned back in her chair and began to snack on the treats laid out before her. She couldn't help but notice the way her slave's cock twitched with every bite she took. It was almost enough to make her stop and give him the attention he craved.

The Mistress' Amusement

As she finished her snack, Elisa couldn't help but chuckle at the pathetic creature beneath her. She had complete control over him, and it was a power she reveled in. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she finally stood up.

The Footstool's Fate

Without a word, Elisa walked over to her slave and lifted one massive foot onto his back. She let out a contented sigh as she felt the warmth of his body against her skin. "You are truly pathetic," she said softly, "but I guess you'll do."

The Mistress' Aftermath

As the night wore on, Elisa continued to work while her slave served as her footstool. The constant rocking of his hips against the floor began to lull her into a sense of relaxation. It was a comforting reminder of the power she held over him, and the control she had over his fate.

The Slave's Submission

Throughout the night, the slave remained in his position, his cock pressed tight against the cockbox. He knew his place, and he knew that as long as Elisa saw fit to keep him there, he would continue to serve her in whatever way she desired.

The Endless Cycle

As the hours passed, the cycle continued. Goddess Elisa would come home, find her slave ready and waiting, and use him as she saw fit. It was a power dynamic that neither of them could escape, and one that they both reveled in.

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