Mistress Gaia stretched lazily on her chaise lounge, her ample body glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun. She watched with detached amusement as her slave, Simba, scurried around the courtyard attending to various household chores. Among them was her newest acquisition, a doormat she had bought on impulse—not because she needed one, but simply because it appealed to her perverse sense of humor.
Simba, his dark skin glistening with sweat as well, knelt before the doormat with a look of resignation on his face. It was already the third time today that he'd been summoned to feed it, and each time Mistress Gaia expected him to show more reluctance. She loved seeing how far she could push him before he'd finally break.
"I'm hungry, Simba," came the mellow, feminine voice of Mistress Gaia.
Simba sighed but didn't protest. He knew better than to refuse his mistress anything. He opened a large bowl filled with water and began to pour it out over the doormat. The rough fibers of the mat soaked up the liquid greedily, and soon it was soaked through and through.
"Now bring me the hot chocolate, Simba," Mistress Gaia purred.
Simba nodded obediently and hurried into the house, returning a moment later with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He knelt before the soaked mat, his eyes downcast in subservience, and slowly poured the hot liquid over it. The smell of chocolate filled the air, mingling with the scent of perspiration and desire.
Simba stepped back, watching as the hot chocolate seeped into the mat, staining it a deep brown. A small smile crept onto his lips as he imagined the look of gratitude on the mat's "face" when it finally got what it needed. Mistress Gaia, however, had other ideas.
"That's enough for now," she said suddenly, her tone curt. Simba jumped at the sound of her voice, his heart racing in anticipation of her next command. "Take the mat inside and let it dry in front of the fireplace."
Simba nodded again and, without hesitation, picked up the soaked mat. It was surprisingly heavy, and he struggled to keep it from dripping all over the floor as he carried it inside. He laid it out in front of the fireplace, where it would dry without him having to worry about it.
Mistress Gaia watched from her vantage point, a satisfied smile on her face. She loved to see Simba squirm under her control, and the idea of using a doormat as her orifice sent shivers of delight down her spine. She couldn't wait to see how far she could push him tomorrow.
