Lady Despina stood over her nylon slave, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she surveyed the pathetic figure lying before her. She had been training him to be as repulsive as possible, and now that he was fully clothed in the thick, shiny nylon suit that hugged his body like a second skin, he looked even more disgusting than usual.
She watched as he struggled to lift his head off the floor, his eyes pleading for water. He was thirsty and desperate, but Lady Despina refused to give him anything until she was ready. Her slave had been without water for hours now, and she found it amusing how he would do anything to please her just for a sip.
Lady Despina reached down and grabbed a handful of the slave's greasy hair, pulling his head back roughly and forcing him to look up at her. "You're thirsty, aren't you?" she purred, running her gloved fingers over his chin before shoving them into his mouth. "Open wide, slave. Let's see what you can handle."
The slave's throat bobbed as he gagged on the glove, his wide eyes begging for mercy. But he knew better than to protest; Lady Despina was in control, and he would do anything to please her. Slowly, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, his tongue darting out to lick at the bare skin of her wrist.
Lady Despina smiled cruelly, her eyes glinting behind her dark sunglasses. "That's a good little slave," she cooed, letting go of his hair and stepping back to admire her work. The slave coughed and sputtered, trying desperately to breathe without the suffocating sensation of the nylon suit.
Without further warning, Lady Despina lifted her foot high into the air, balancing precariously on one voluptuous leg. She leaned forward, her thigh resting against the slave's face, and carefully placed the tip of her stiletto heel against his mouth. "Now," she purred, "show me what you can do."
The slave hesitated for only a moment before pressing his lips around the sharp point of the heel, sucking it deep into his mouth. He could feel the sweaty fabric rubbing against his skin, the stench of Lady Despina's nylons filling his nostrils. But still, he sucked, his tongue flicking out to lick at the leather strap that held the heel in place.
Lady Despina watched in amusement as her slave's tongue darted in and out, his eyes locked onto hers the entire time. She reached down, grabbed a handful of his hair again, and pulled his head back as she ground her foot against his face. "That's it," she growled, the tip of her high heel digging into the slave's cheek. "You like that, don't you?"
The slave whimpered, his head bobbing in agreement. He could feel her heat radiating through the thick material of the nylon suit, the smell of her sweat making him lightheaded. All he could think about was pleasing her, making her happy. Even if it meant humiliating himself like this.
As Lady Despina's other foot joined the first, pinning down his shoulders and chest, the slave began to panic. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All he could do was take in every single bit of his mistress's scent, taste her on his tongue. It was a sensation both horrifying and arousing, and he knew he would never be able to escape from it.
Finally, Lady Despina pulled her feet away, stepping back to admire her handiwork. The slave lay there, gasping for air, his face and chest covered in sweat and nylon fibers. His eyes were wide with disbelief, but there was a spark of admiration there too; he had never seen anyone so in control, so dominating.
With a wicked grin, Lady Despina reached into her pocket and pulled out a small camera. "This is just a taste," she purred, pointing the camera at her disgusting creation. "Want to see more? Check out the entire live session." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving her slave lying there, defeated and yet strangely aroused.
The camera zoomed in on the nylon-clad figure, capturing every grotesque detail of his submission. There was no shame, no embarrassment; only complete and utter devotion to his mistress. As the footage continued to roll, the slave slowly lifted his head, his mouth opening wider than ever before. He knew that whatever came next, he would accept it without hesitation. Because in Lady Despina's world, being disgusting was the ultimate form of worship.
