Maya swept into her penthouse, the epitome of elegance and confidence. She tossed her keys to Pooja, who caught them with a resigned sigh. Pooja couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she took in Maya's flawless features and designer outfit.
"Like what you see, Pooja?" Maya smirked, noticing Pooja's admiring gaze. "I know I'm a goddess."
Pooja rolled her eyes, but couldn't deny the flutter of excitement she felt at Maya's self-assured demeanor. "You wish," she retorted, trying to play it cool.
Maya kicked off her heels and plopped down on the couch, ordering Pooja to bring her a glass of wine. Pooja, feeling more like a servant than a friend, complied begrudgingly. As she handed Maya the wine, Pooja couldn't help but notice the way Maya's foot rested on the coffee table.
On a whim, Pooja leaned down and kissed Maya's foot, causing Maya to burst into laughter. "What are you doing, Pooja?" Maya asked, amused.
"I don't know," Pooja admitted, feeling both embarrassed and turned on. "I guess I just wanted to show my appreciation."
Maya, always up for a power play, decided to take advantage of the situation. She ordered Pooja to massage her feet, and Pooja obeyed without hesitation. As Pooja massaged Maya's feet, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority. She loved having Pooja at her feet, literally and figuratively.
"You're such a good little doormat, Pooja," Maya said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Pooja, despite the insult, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She loved serving Maya, even if it meant being treated like a doormat.
"You know you love it," Maya said, reading Pooja's mind. "Admit it, you get off on being dominated by me."
Pooja blushed, but couldn't deny the truth in Maya's words. "Maybe I do," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Maya grinned, pleased with herself. She loved having this power over Pooja, and couldn't wait to see how far she could push her.
As the night wore on, Maya continued to boss Pooja around, ordering her to do various tasks and humiliating her playfully. Pooja, despite the humiliation, couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal. She loved being dominated by Maya, and couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night had in store.
"You're such a good little doormat," Maya said, patting Pooja on the head like a pet. "I think I'll keep you around for a while."
Pooja smiled, feeling a sense of belonging. She loved being Maya's doormat, and couldn't imagine a better place to be.
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