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Oh pet, I hope you are ready to lick them! I sashayed into the room, my slender legs and stiletto heels drawing the gaze of all who dared to look. I reached up to smooth a stray lock of blonde hair behind my ear, a coy smile playing on my lips as I eyed the trembling figure on the floor, prostrate before me like the lowly worm he was.
“Stand up, my pet,” I commanded, my voice dripping with disdain. “You have a task to complete, one befitting your station.”
As he rose on shaky legs, I began to walk in small circles, making sure to drag my heels across the plush carpet, leaving a trail of dust and potential filth in my wake. I could sense his eyes, wide with a mix of fear and longing, fixed upon the soles of my feet, now coated in the dirt of the room.
