I think this just may be my favourtist story in the world.

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footstool

I can feel the sharp edge of your boot digging into the curve of my asscheek. Arms trembling, shaking as I try to keep position under the weight of your legs. This is still hard for me in many ways - to serve as your footstool.

You know me. You know how my pride sometimes steals my focus, and it's times like these where I find myself on hands and knees while your feet rest upon the dip of my back or the rise of bare buttocks. I am vividly aware of every breath of air or shift of weight, yet remain completely immobile, while You read the paper with a steaming mug of fresh coffee held loosely in Your hand. I struggle with this feeling - but still, my body quivers with excitement and the warmth spreads between my thighs.

At war within my mind - I'm nude while You remain fully clothed and in total control. I am not allowed to speak, and I dare not move. I am your possession - my entire purpose is to please and amuse the one I call Master. I want, so badly, to deny the slide of addictive hunger that bubbles through my veins. But I cannot. Somehow, I need this.

And the realization comes, with the heels of Your boots pressing to the curve of bare buttocks - the world belongs… to me.

Author: Dark Whisper

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