Books: Dusted. slave: utterly powerless beneath me

I allowed a slave to come to my apt yesterday. I gave him a menial, mindless task that actually brought great satisfaction to me. He began dusting and cleaning my books. One by one he removed them from the shelf and wiped every side with a damp cloth.

I was wearing jeans and a black sweater, but my feet were bare. When he arrived, I allowed him to kiss my feet hello. He confessed that he had never considered himself a foot fetishist, but he found the curve of my toes outrageously sexy.

I used him as a foot rest while I smoked a cigarette. I was so aroused by the control I held over him. There was a moment where I knew that I owned him entirely. He would literally do anything I ordered.