He laid down as I commanded. I went to the bathroom and took the things I needed. I came back to my room.
He was still lying there. I almost laughed as I thought about what was gonna happen now.
"Open your hands" I said and as he did I put the cosmetics in both of his hands. Without bothering to tell him anything, I sat down on his stomach. I took of my socks and put my beautiful feet on his face. He began moving under my feet. "Furniture doesn't talk and doesn't move." and these words where enough for his movements to stop and his breath to go back to normal.
I started painting my nails. I didn't hurry, I liked the feeling of his body under mine. I shifted in my seat to out even more weight on him.
Defenseless and obiedent. I wanted him to really know his place. Our family was in my hands now so I deserve a proper treatment. He knew what he was meant to do - serve me. I want a foot rub, he rubs my feet. If I need a drink he gives it to me. If I need a pillow, he becomes one. I was triumphant. No longer will I be pushed around. People won't just respect me, they would bow before me begging me to use them as I please. As it should be.
After an hour I painted both of my feet. I stood up and sat on my bed. My brother sat on his knees and looked at me, waiting for his next task. I shoved my feet into his face "Blow. My nails need to dry off." And so he did. He blew for 10, then 15, even 30 minutes. I didn't tell him my nails probably dried out long ago. And why would I? He wasn't here to ask questions. He was here to serve me.
"You can stop." I said and so the blowing stopped. He breathed heavily for a while, slightly tired. I looked at my phone. Only two hours remained. "Mom made a pie. Bring me a piece." He left the room, almost running down the stairs. Soon he was back with my food. He hold a small plate in his hands as I ate. When I finished he put it on the shelf.
"Zach, you feel yourself getting more and more relaxed. Focus on my soothing voice. Just me and the sound of your breaths. Are you ready?"
"Yes, my Queen."
"When I snap my fingers. You're gonna go to sleep...
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