CC - garden doormat
Claudia had a mishap in the vegetable garden: while she was tending to the tomatoes, the automatic sprinkler system kicked in, and her heeled mules sank into the mud. Since her slave wasn't there that day, she left her shoes outside to dry until the next morning, without a thought for what he would have to endure. The moment he arrived, The slave will serve as a human doormat. He panicked as soon as Claudia planted her dried-mud-caked mules on his face, but she couldn't have cared less; only one thing mattered: cleaning her garden shoes. Claudia violently scrubbed the soles against the human doormat; clumps of dried earth, pebbles, and debris fell into his eyes, nose, and mouth as she trampled and crushed his face like something worthless. She tossed her cigarette onto the ground, crushed it under her still-dirty sole, and then ground the hot butt into the doormat’s mouth with her heel. She remained like that for a long time the slave’s face crushed, his lungs filled with dust and stale tobacco without sparing him a glance. In the end, the human doormat was covered in dried mud, ash, and sole marks; Claudia wiped her feet on him one last time, then walked away as if he no longer existed.