Two tasks keep a slave disciplined and willing to endure whatever pleases me: submission and service. I pressed my foot firmly against him while he lay beneath me, ordered to remain still and useful. At the same time, he served as my doormat — exactly where he belongs. I made him wear my socks over his head, breathing in the lingering scent I left behind, ensuring he stayed focused and obedient. From above, the view is perfect. Beneath my feet, he lies compliant, embracing the discomfort as part of his devotion. Tell me — could you handle being pushed further under my control?
