"You're the better woman...."

You say the words weakly, your voice cracking. Your lip is quivering and you're pretty sure you're about to cry. Smotherella has successfully broken you. Ashamed and defeated, you give her a quick kiss on her sole as a symbolic gesture of submission. After rubbing her foot in your face a little more, she lifts her leg and looks you up and down, seemingly satisfied with her work.

"That's a good girl," she croons.

The reality washes over you as you start to sob. You're her pet now, nothing but a sex slave for your Domina to use as she sees fit. Smotherella sits on your stomach, her legs on either side of your torso as she cradles your crying face in her hands.

"Aww... poor thing. You're not taking it too well, are you? It's okay, it's okay... shh... you did your best."

You're confused by the sudden change in her tone, but you don't care. You're scared and frightened and desperately need to be held.

"Shh... it's gonna be okay," she whispers, holding your head with a firm grasp around the sides of your face, "You'll learn to love it, I promise."

Smotherella gets up and plops onto her sofa, then motions for you to come over. You do as she commands right away. At first you expect to be on the floor, but you're surprised when she instead pats the other end of the sofa, gesturing for you to sit. When you do, she extends her legs and gently places her warm feet in your lap. Flustered, your eyes dart from side to side as you try to understand what she's gonna do with you.

Luckily, she tells you. "Rub my feet," she orders gently. "I'm the better woman, right?"

You nod.

"I wanna hear you say it.

"You're the better woman," you repeat.

"So the least a lesser woman like yourself can do is give me a nice long foot rub after kicking your ass, right?"

"Y-y-yes... yes D-Domina," you stammer.

She leans back against the armrest of the sofa and lets out a sigh of contentment as you start massaging her feet, satisfied with her complete victory over you.