Mistress Minerva knew the second She walked in. The way his head snapped up from Her laundry basket, the guilt flashing in his eyes—like a rat caught in the trash. The camera was already rolling before he could even stammer out an excuse. “You dare touch My things without permission?” Her voice was ice, but Her smirk was fire. He wasn’t just a roommate. He was a sl*ve who didn’t know it yet. And by the time She was done with him, he’d beg to be owned.

She didn’t w*ste time. The cuffs clicked around his wrists before he could protest, the collar snapped tight around his throat, the blindfold plunging him into darkness. “You like My dirty things so much, sl*ve?” She taunted, Her voice dripping with amusement as She circled him like prey. Dressed in nothing but Her sweat-drenched booty shorts, the scent of Her gym session thick in the air, She pressed the sole of Her size 10 foot against his trembling lips. “Then you’re gonna worship them.” His tongue flicked out, nervous, pathetic—until She grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into Her sole. “L*ck. Every. Inch.” He gagged as She wiped the day’s filth onto his tongue, Her other foot propped casually on his shoulder like he was nothing more than a footrest. “That’s right, doormat. Show Me how useless you are.”

But Mistress Minerva wasn’t satisfied. Not even close. “Open your f*cking mouth, b*tch.” Her foot slid between his lips, toes shoving past his throat until his eyes bulged. “You think you can handle Me?” She pushed deeper, Her size 10 prying his jaw to its limits, his g*gging and retching only making Her laugh. “Pathetic.” When She finally pulled back, strings of his spit clung to Her skin, glistening like the tribute they were. But She wasn’t done breaking him. “I forgot deodorant today,” She announced, yanking him up by his hair. His face was shoved into Her rank, dripping armpit before he could even process what was happening. “Inhale. And I better hear it.” His muffled gasps were music to Her ears as She locked him in a headlock, grinding his face into the stench. “You love this, don’t you?” She sneered. “Stick out your tongue. You’re My human deodorant now.” She scrubbed Her pits raw against his tongue, making him lap up every drop of Her sweat, to swallow his new purpose. “That’s it. Clean Me. Like the worthless l*ttle sl*ve you are.”

The plastic gag stretched his jaw wide as She loomed over him, Her saliva pooling. “Thirsty, pig?” With a wet, disgusting sound, Mistress Minerva hawked a thick, bubbly loogie straight into his open mouth. Again. And again. Strings of Her spit stretched from Her lips to his, snapping only when She decided. “Swallow it all,” She commanded, watching him ch*ke it down. “You’re welcome,” She purred, patting his head like a misbehaving pet. “It’s the best a filthy l*ttle footstool like you deserves.” But She wasn’t done yet. Oh no. She grabbed a nearby sock—Her sock, the one he’d been sn*ffing earlier—and stuffed it into his gagged mouth. “Chew on that. Taste what you really are.” His muffled sobs only made Her grin wider. “That’s right. Mine.”

As a final touch, She yanked the sock out of his mouth and wiped Her armpits one last time with his face, leaving him a trembling, humiliated mess at Her feet. “Now crawl to your room. And if I ever catch you touching My things again without permission, I’ll make sure your boss—and his boss—get a copy of this l*ttle performance.” She kicked him lightly with Her freshly cleaned foot. “Move. Before I change My mind and decide to keep you as My permanent doormat.”

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