Gods plan

Drumdra grew hateful and desperate in equal parts over a decade of watching his beloved race decline. His own pain and the chains that had restrained him the whole time didn't bother him nearly as much as his childrens suffering. After ten whole years, he felt a familiar presence again. She appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind him. He felt her warmth when she placed her soft hands in his shoulders, "How is my big strong slave doing, hm?~". He clenched his jaw not to yell at her, it would ruin the plan that had formed in the back of his mind for months. "Amazing, Goddess, I'm glad you returned.", he said in the friendliest voice he could manage. Sheyla seemed stunned for a second, put then put more of her weight down on his shoulders, "Good boy~", she whispered in his ear, "I shouldn't be surprised, this is now my domain after all, so feeling my superior presence for ten years should have taught you your place.".

Sheyla slowly stepped around him and snapped her fingers. The chains retreated into the walls, except for two that chained his wrists and ankles respectively together. "You may raise your head, slave, gaze upon your Goddess.", her voice pierced directly into his mind once more. Drumdra raised his upper body but stayed on his knees with his arms behind his back. Sheyla looked stunning in her red high-heels and red silk robe that loosely hung from her shoulders and barely reached below her butt. Drumdra barely noticed though, his entrice focus was an suppressing his rage. She moved to sit down and a chair manifested below her, then crossed her legs, dangling one foot in front of his face. "Do you want to worship me?", she asked in a sultry voice. "Yes, Goddess.", he replied. "Good, I know a place where you could start...", her eyes wandered to her foot. Drumdra hesitated for a moment, the burning humiliation was too much, but he reminded himself to stick to the plan. He shuffled towards her foot on his knees and bowed down to place a kiss on her sole, but she pulled away.

He looked up at her, confused. "Oh don't look at me like that.", Sheyla chuckled, "You know I just thought, it is a privilege to worship me. Beg for it.". Drumdra wanted to strangle the life out of her. But his plan was the only hope that was left for his children. "Please let me worship you, Goddess.", he said, trying to sound submissive for the first time in his milennia old existence. Sheyla shook her head though and pouted, "Not convinced.", and booped his forehead with her foot, "Do better!". "Please Goddess, let this slave worship you. Allow me the pleasure, fill me with eternal gratitude, please let me worship every part of you.", it took everything out of Drumdra not to leap at her throat. She raised an eyebrow, "You really are broken, aren't you slave?", she said and pushed her sole against his face, "Begin.".