The Floor

As Allie walks into her room, she points at the floor beside her bed, and snaps her fingers, “Lay down, fag.”

You immediately move to her bed and lay down beside it, folding your arms underneath your head as you lay on your stomach. Allie ignores you as you watch her undressing, worshipping your beautiful, angelic Mistress with your eyes. She's no longer your twin sister, she's simply the goddess who controls your entire life.

She strips bare, stretching and yawning as she turns back toward you, her cock swaying as she crosses the room. You huff softly as she steps on you, standing with one foot on your ass and the other on your face. You hear the bedding rustling as she pulls back the covers, groaning softly as she turns around while still standing on you, and then you hear the bed as her feet leave you.

“Stay, faggot. That is where you sleep tonight,” Allie orders, and you instinctively don't object. You close your eyes and listen to her breathing, hearing her breath accelerate and turn heavier. You visualise your Mistress laying in her bed stroking her cock, and soon your imagination is confirmed, as you hear her shift on the bed, and she shoots a load of cum on your back and ass.

She reaches down, and wipes the last drops off of her fingers on the side of your face, “Good boy, faggot. Sleep now.”

As she lays back on her bed, you involuntarily drift off until morning.