Reflection in the Mirror

Goddess Hazel lounged regally atop her devoted slave, using him as a living footstool for a full hour. She suddenly noticed him stealing glances at his own reflection in the mirror and let out a mocking laugh. “Are you really checking yourself out right now? What is there even to look at? You’re supposed to be a good bench for me, eyes down, mind focused only on the prize—my gorgeous feet. Such a pathetic little loser, distracted by your own worthless form while serving a superior woman.” She smirked, her voice dripping with teasing disdain as she reminded him to keep his head lowered and his thoughts locked on worshipping her.

“Lay on your back, pet,” she commanded. He obeyed instantly, and she pressed her warm, unwashed socks firmly against his face. “Smell them deeply. I haven’t washed these in ages—breathe in my scent like the addicted foot slut you are.” He inhaled hungrily as she made him remove each sock slowly with his hands. “Stick your tongue out and lick.” She slid her bare feet over his mouth, guiding him to sniff and clean every inch before pushing her heel deep between his lips for a thorough massage. “Good boy. This is all you’re good for—my personal foot cleaner and massager. Your only pleasure comes from serving beneath my perfect soles. Keep going, and maybe I’ll reward you later by kicking those useless balls.” Her laughter filled the room as he worshipped devotedly, lost in her dominance.