Dayana returns home to find sissy Snowflake exactly where She left him, on a leash, scrubbing the floor in a degrading, uncomfortable position. But the floor doesn't shine. He has failed Her once again. She trained him, moulded him, gave him purpose and still, he’s utterly useless. No pride, no perfection. Just a pathetic sissy failing his only task. She stops him with a cold, commanding glare and presses Her black leather boots with red stripes under his nose. He whimpers with desire. He longs to worship them, to lick and adore every inch, but She denies him. He doesn’t deserve beauty. She grants him only the dirt he may lick the filthy soles, nothing more. Even then, he fails. He is beneath Her, the last of the last. Disgusted and amused, Dayana turns him into a human footstool. Maybe, just maybe, as a footrest, he’ll finally be useful. This is real humiliation, real Female Supremacy. This is what sissies like you are for.
