The air crackled with anticipation as the Dominatrix revealed her divine feet a silent promise of exquisite torment. Her devotee quivered a mere glance from her enough to send waves of submission through him. He knew his place at her command eager to obey her slightest desire. Mistress Afitap's power was absolute a symphony of dominance. His desire for her intensified with each command. The restraint on his desires a constant reminder of her ultimate authority. After a long day her worn pantyhose a perfume of her power for him to cleanse. His mouth watered for the essence of his Mistress. The meal she prepared a test of his devotion. He consumed it all his gaze unwavering. Discipline was immediate for those who failed her. Her soiled soles a sacred offering to be worshipped and cleaned. His existence was her property a plaything in her hands. The reward of her touch enough to make him a devoted servant. He breathed for her command forever enslaved by her. Her soles his salvation his eternal devotion a testament to her supreme reign.