Mistress Tiana reclines effortlessly on her bed, a vision of dark seduction. Draped in a black dress that clings to her statuesque form, she exudes effortless dominance. Her long, flowing black hair frames a face of cruel beauty, her eyes piercing, her lips curling into an amused smirk as she watches you kneel before her. She is utterly at ease, a goddess in her private sanctum, while you—an insignificant speck—grovel at her feet, awaiting her command.
Her high-heeled strappy sandals, elegant and feminine, bear the unmistakable signs of her superiority. The soles, well-worn and filthy, tell a silent tale of the streets she has walked, the places she has graced. Dirt, filth, even the remnants of crushed insects cling to the surface—evidence of a life far above yours. As she takes a slow, luxurious drag from her cigarette, her sultry voice cuts through the silence, smooth as silk yet dripping with disdain.
“Lick.”
That single word is all it takes. No argument, no hesitation—you exist only to serve. Your tongue trembles as it makes contact with the grime-covered sole of her sandal. The taste is a vile mixture of filth and leather, a reminder of how utterly beneath her you are. While you struggle to clean the divine filth from her footwear, she exhales a cloud of smoke, savoring her pleasure. The contrast is intoxicating—her indulgence, her comfort, her power—versus your humiliation, your worthlessness.
She chuckles softly, the sound filled with amusement and cruelty. “Even the gum stuck to my sole is worth more than you,” she muses, her foot pressing harder against your tongue. “Insects scurry beneath my feet, much like you… and just like them, I could crush you without a second thought.”
Her heel hovers slightly above your face, teasing the idea of reducing you to nothing, just like the countless others who have dared to be in her path. But instead, she allows you the honor of cleaning her soles—of worshipping the very dirt she has walked upon. Because that is your place. Beneath her. Forever.
