Crushed Beneath Her Boots
Lady Jenna reclined effortlessly in her luxurious leather armchair, the soft glow of a nearby lamp casting seductive shadows on her finely tailored attire. As she took a long, deliberate drag from her cigarette, the smoke curled languidly around her, forming a veil of quiet dominance. At her feet, Mistress Vanessa knelt dutifully, fastening the zipper on Jenna’s gleaming black thigh-high boots, her hands trembling slightly from excitement. The subtle hum of leather brushing against skin filled the air; a sound that always thrilled Mistress Vanessa. As she worked, Lady Jenna tapped the tip of her sleek riding crop beneath her overseer’s chin, gently lifting her gaze.
“It’s about time we acquired a few more items of clothing for you, my dear,” Jenna purred, her voice soft yet commanding. “Tell one of the servants to prepare the car. I’ll drive myself tonight. There’s a boutique in Central Town I’ve been meaning to visit; perfect for picking up some new outfits.”
Mistress Vanessa’s lips curved into a smile. The very thought of new leather attire thrilled her. She adored the way it clung to her body, tight and unforgiving, a second skin that radiated sensual power. The intoxicating scent of it, the way it made her feel utterly invincible, was like nothing else.
With a respectful nod, Vanessa rose gracefully and exited the opulent room, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floorboards as she entered the vast hallway. There, a servant was already hard at work, polishing the floor to a gleaming finish. Hearing the steady rhythm of Mistress Vanessa’s approach, the servant stiffened, but dared not look up. His heart raced in anticipation, silently praying that it wasn’t her. But fate wasn’t so kind.
Without breaking her stride, Mistress Vanessa delivered a sharp lash with her riding switch, the thin weapon slicing through the air before landing with a stinging crack across the servant’s bare back. He gasped, his body instinctively arching in pain, but remained silent, bowing his head lower.
“Prepare the car,” Vanessa ordered coldly, her eyes flashing with authority.
The servant scrambled to his feet, rushing to obey, but not before Vanessa’s switch found him again, this time striking his backside with a precision that left a red welt in its wake. She chuckled softly as he hastened down the hall. It’s amusing how quickly they move when motivated, she thought, her hand resting confidently on her hip as she watched him disappear.
For a moment, Mistress Vanessa lingered in the hallway, her thoughts wandering. She reflected on her life; how perfect it had become since arriving at Lady Jenna’s estate. Here, in this world, men were the lowest of creatures, existing only to serve, to be used, and to be discarded without a second thought. They labored in industry, toiled in domestic duties, and were kept for pleasure as mere playthings for their female owners. Some women, like Jenna, possessed hundreds of males to command, while others were satisfied with just a few. It was a society where every woman’s desires were paramount, and no man’s life held any value beyond his utility.
Vanessa, though new to this life, had already embraced her role with zeal. She had ambitions of her own; great ambitions. Lady Jenna was her mentor, her idol, and under her tutelage, Vanessa knew she would one day rise to claim her own place among the ruling elite. For now, she was content to learn, to serve, and to watch, ever so closely, how true power was wielded.
With a quiet smile, Mistress Vanessa returned to the room where Lady Jenna awaited. The servant, pale and trembling, entered shortly after to announce that the car was ready. Lady Jenna stood, her movement fluid, almost feline, as she led the way to her sleek, black Mercedes parked outside. Vanessa slipped into the passenger seat, sinking into the buttery leather, and watched with admiration as Lady Jenna, with a casual grace, took the wheel. Her high-heeled boot pressed gently on the accelerator, and the car surged forward, purring like a beast under her control.
As they sped through the winding roads, the quiet of the night enveloped them. The streets of Central Town were deserted, the world seemingly at peace under Jenna’s skilled guidance. But that tranquility was abruptly shattered when, rounding a corner too swiftly, the Mercedes thudded into something on the road. Lady Jenna slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt, her expression darkening with irritation.
“What now?” she muttered, stepping out of the car with an air of regal indifference. She walked around to the front, her hands resting on her hips as she surveyed the damage.
Through the windshield, Mistress Vanessa watched as three women stood nearby, laughing hysterically, one of them pointing toward the front of the vehicle. Lady Jenna’s face was a mask of cold amusement as she looked down.
“It’s alright,” Jenna called back to Vanessa. “It’s just a man. For a second, I thought it might’ve been a poor dog.”
With a slow, deliberate motion, Jenna dug the stiletto heel of her boot into the man’s back, grinding it down as he let out a low groan of pain. One of the women spoke up, still giggling uncontrollably.
“We were making him pick up rubbish with his teeth,” she explained, her voice slurred with intoxication. “He managed three trips before you hit him.”
Jenna glanced down at the man with contempt. “Useless filth,” she spat. “How dare he damage my car.” Without another word, she climbed back into the driver’s seat, her expression unreadable.
Vanessa, stunned but aroused by the display of raw dominance, remained silent. Jenna lit a cigarette, her red-painted lips curling into a smile as she inhaled deeply. Then, with calculated indifference, she shifted the car into gear and pressed down on the accelerator, the vehicle rolling slowly forward.
The man, still lying in front of the car, let out a final scream as the front tire crushed his body, followed by the rear wheel. Mistress Vanessa watched in disbelief, her heart pounding as the car rose and fell over his crumpled form. Beside her, Lady Jenna exhaled a long stream of smoke, turning her head slightly to meet Vanessa’s gaze.
“What’s the matter?” Jenna asked, her tone casual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Vanessa blinked, torn between shock and admiration. “I; I don’t know what surprised me more,” she stammered. “The man screaming… or the look on those women’s faces.”
Jenna smirked, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Oh, don’t worry about them. They’re too drunk to remember anything important. And even if they do, what’s a fine compared to the satisfaction of putting a pest in his place?”
He meant no more to her than an insect.
Mistress Vanessa cannot shake the image from her mind. She feels a tingling sensation between her legs and begins to realise the extents of true power.
She looks at Lady Jenna in absolute admiration. So much power, she thinks.
So high in the order of things that she can consider everything less worthy than the dirt on the soles of her boots.
Vanessa leaned back in her seat, her mind racing. The casual cruelty, the absolute disregard for life; it stirred something deep within her. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, the way Jenna so effortlessly held life and death in the palm of her hand. The tingling sensation between Vanessa’s legs intensified, and she knew then that she craved that same power. One day, she would be just like Lady Jenna.
Lost in her thoughts, Vanessa smiled to herself, savoring the possibilities. As the car pulled into the quiet town, she was already dreaming of the future, where she would stand at the top, ruling with the same indifference and cruelty she had witnessed tonight. But for now, she would learn; and enjoy every moment of it.
“We’re here,” Jenna’s voice jolted her from her reverie as they arrived at the boutique.
Inside, the soft feel of leather soon surrounded them, but Mistress Vanessa’s thoughts remained on the man left behind, and the sheer power Lady Jenna wielded over life itself. Such power, she thought. And one day, it will be mine.