Sameera's steps echoed in the quiet hallway as she entered her home, her weariness evident in her posture. With a gentle push, she opened the door slightly, revealing the scene that awaited her.
Kneeling by the threshold was Khail, her devoted submissive. His stance exuded submission -- legs spread wider than his shoulders, palms upturned as a gesture of welcome to his Mistress.
The collar around his neck, cuffs adorning his wrists and ankles, and the chastity cage were symbols of their dynamic, a dance of trust and desire. Every aspect of his appearance had been meticulously tended to, a testament to his commitment to fulfilling Sameera's desires.
"Rise,"
Sameera's voice, soft yet commanding, cut through the air.
Khail obeyed with grace, his movements fluid as he gracefully stood from his kneeling posture and crawled towards her.
He lowered himself to gently kiss her feet, a ritual that spoke of his admiration and deep reverence. Then, with practiced elegance, he delicately removed her heels, his gaze locked onto hers.
His eyes held a mixture of adoration and devotion as he spoke,
"Greetings, my dear Goddess. Allow this humble servant to attend to you."
Sameera's heart swelled at his words, a rush of affection and warmth enveloping her. She let him guide her to their shared living space, where a sense of tranquillity welcomed them.
The room was immaculately organized, a reflection of Khail's attentiveness to her comfort. Beneath her legs, a tub of warm water awaited, ready to soothe the ache from her long day.