Yes Mistress

As you lay flattened on the floor, Jess walked to the far end of the room, her boots clicking in a steady rhythm. She called out to the other girls, letting them know she’d be a while, then slowly closed the door, her attention turning back to you.

Click… clack. Her boots commanded your focus as she sauntered toward you, finally settling onto the bed above, crossing one leg over the other with a subtle, teasing confidence. She giggled, sighing lightly, then extended both legs, placing her boots squarely on your back. The weight pressed you into the floor, a humiliating reminder of her control. You had crept into this house a cat burglar, and now here you were, flattened beneath her boots.

Jess shifted, sliding her left boot slowly up your back until it reached the back of your head, pressing down to push your face into the carpet.

“You know, Spandex-Boy… I think you could be very useful to me.” Her voice dripped with that teasing lilt, her boot pressing harder against your head. “You see, when I’ve had a few drinks, I get the urge to really show weak little men their place. Especially ones who break into my home, try to steal my things, and… sniff my panties.”

There it was again—that humiliating accusation. Yes, you’d broken in, yes, you were here to steal, but you were no pervert. You tried to protest, but she shushed you, pressing her boot harder to stifle your voice against the carpet.

“Now, you’ve given me the perfect chance for a bit of fun, and I’m offering you the perfect escape,” she continued. “You won’t see a prison cell as long as I say so. Your future is in my hands, Panty-Sniffer, and if you don’t follow my every command, well… things could go much worse for you. Got it?”

She lifted her boot off your head, resting it back on your back, finally allowing you to speak. Realizing this was your only option, you muttered, “Yes, I understand.”

“Yes, what?” she demanded, her tone sharp.

“Yes… Mistress,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.