Sativa returned from an intense workout, her body glistening with sweat and her muscles still pulsing with energy. She knew exactly how to handle the aftermath — her obedient slave, kept in his place like the lowly creature he was, would prove useful once again.
Dressed in her clingy workout gear, sneakers still damp from all the sweaty training she’s just done, she strode into the room with purpose. The faint aroma of sweat clung to her, a mixture of power and dominance that filled the space as her presence commanded his attention. She didn’t need to ask twice. With a sharp order, she made it clear what his role was — her personal tool for cleansing, nothing more.
Her voice was firm and commanding as she instructed him to start by licking every drop of sweat from her body. She stood over him, smirking as his hesitance gave way to obedience. But Sativa has more in store for him. Removing her sweat-soaked sneakers, she shoved them against his face, forcing him to inhale deeply and lick the grime from the insoles. His disgust was evident, but irrelevant. His revulsion only fueled her amusement.
When she was satisfied with his performance, she shifted her weight, positioning herself on his face. Her dominance was unrelenting, her actions calculated. Twisting his nipples with cruel precision, she demanded he open his mouth wide. Without hesitation, she leaned in and spat, her spit landing squarely on his tongue. For her slave, it was an ordeal of humiliation and submission.
For Sativa, it was a perfectly satisfying way to ensure her needs were met. His feelings didn’t matter; his purpose was to serve – like a dog he is. And as long as his Mistress was pleased, nothing else was of consequence.
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