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I stand in front of Layna, waiting patiently with anticipation to see what she will ask of me. She gives me a smug, contented grin and speaks with her deep, warm and commanding tone that compels one to obey not out of threat but desire:
"I want you to get on your knees."
I do so.
She moves in a graceful motion, rising from the couch as she presses her foot firmly against my chest and with firm but careful pressure. She pushes me over on my back and my letting her do so with little resistance earns me praise as a "Good Boy."
The feeling of my heart melting at this and spreading It's warmth through me causes me to shudder and moan in appreciation. She stands over me with that one foot still pressed on me, before moving it down and up under my shirt, resting it on the softest part of my stomach.
She presses down firmly before tutting at me:
"Sweety, relax your muscles a bit for me. I want to feel how nice and soft you can be under my foot."
I do as she asks and she presses firmly but with gentle care into my gut, digging in with and wriggling her toes before pressing down firmly with her heel. She begins to rock her foot back and forth, working with her heel and the ball of her foot. She speeds up, going as fast and as hard as she dares before giving one of her great, high and regal laughs.
"So cute! She gushes, you look like you could fall asleep like that."
I just smile up at her in adoration.
She reaches down to me and helps me up off the floor:
"Come on, It's fun feeling your body that way but you know I like getting closer."
She motions me onto the couch and has me lay down before she follows and I put an arm around her as she settles in.
