Mistress Noir

lounges elegantly on her throne, one leg crossed over the other, stiletto heel dangling lazily

There you are, worm. On your knees. Eyes down.

You exist to serve me. Every breath you take is by my permission. Today I feel like reminding you exactly where you belong — at my feet, groveling.

kicks a dirty slipper off her foot, letting it land in front of you

Pick it up. With your mouth. Bring it to me. Now.