A Never-ending Contest: Volume 1, Chapters 16-25

A Never-ending Contest: Volume 1, Chapters 16-25

Chapter Sixteen: The Well-Groomed Canine

Timidly, I avoided locking eyes with my cousin, ashamed at the sight of her pleased demeanor. Instead, I fixed my gaze on her uncannily similar feet to those of her mother. Smaller, yet still well-tended, these feet caused me to ponder. How is it that playing football doesn't yield the neglected soles I've come to know? Curiosity enveloped my mind as I inspected the intricacies of her toes, my imagination swelling with the thought of indulging in a sensual exploration. Deciding that her toes tasted like her mother's, I wondered whether every one of her neighbors had the same flavor.

I attempted to expunge these thoughts only to dwell on her flawless feet again. I became so engrossed that I forgot where I was as my gaze hovered over her emerald green nail polish reflecting her emerald-green eyes. In contrast, I couldn't help but note my own neglected feet. My mind's chorus of puzzlement shouted, "What's wrong with me?" as I fantasized about sipping from the toes of various women in search of the ultimate taste.

As if released from a trance, I evaluated my cousin's perfect feet, observing the nail polish color that matched her eyes. Now I was keenly aware of my shame.

Kaley's movement brought me back from my reverie. "What's going on here?" her chuckle rippled through the room. "Oh, I see..." It was then that I noticed her unwavering gaze. "I thought you were only interested in my good looks, cousin."

"Aren't you? You seem quite engrossed with those little feet! I've been meaning to show you some more tricks." Kaley's words were brimming with playful joviality, but the gravity of the situation weighed heavy. I wrestled with my innate desire to obey, knowing that once I submitted, it would be impossible to halt my devotion. I had three options: whether to rebuke her, remain subservient, or restore the rank in the team. I dwelt on my former status as the captain, resisting the shift to a lower order.

But all at once, the world grew dim, like a thick blanket of fog had descended, and the only thing that remained was the echo of her order. Barking, I surrendered myself.

Now lies the repercussion of that moment—I now possessed an insatiable desire to please her.

"Time to be a good girl, listen closely to your mistress." Kaley beamed, offering me a decisive moment. Should I ignore her command, perhaps return to my coveted position upon the couch; or would I allow her authority to linger, swapping hierarchy for substances? My heart ached, but I could not deny her wishes. A chuckle arose from within me, reminding me of our former roles.

• Let your tongue display your devotion to your queen - she said as her smile grew wider.

Gleaming eyes locked in with mine, I recognized her profound comprehension. My body tingled with excitement, but the shame pulsed heavily. Still, I let out a deep pant, much like a canine would. "What's going on here?" she asked in a joking manner, engulfed by laughter as she looked at me.

Fighting back tears, I couldn't help but notice the pleasant sensation her feigned game brought to me.

Before she moved her hand, she slapped me playfully on top of my head and then suggested,

• Show your Master your loyalty, dear puppy. Stick your tongue out.

Feeling proud from her compliment, I obeyed, panting and sticking my tongue out. Kaley commended me again, "Good puppy," which only increased my focus and zeal. However, as I licked her palm, I realized that the palm's taste was considerably stronger than her fingers.

"Would you like to practice some other skills with your Mistress, little one?" Kaley asked, waving her flip-flops. Despite my shyness, I unyieldingly mutt-like barked in affirmation. Once more, she chuckled before petting the top of my head and throwing the footwear across the room.

• Fetch! she snapped, her tone mocking my earlier dominance.

Complying, I bounded towards the flip-flops, practicing obedience and retrieving the lost item.

"Good girl. Now come back to me and show your heart," said my mistress. As I sat, I obeyed; sticking out my tongue as if it were a quivering slobbering tongue.

"You're naturally gifted, sweet puppy," she crooned, amused by my subservience. I used to conquer, but now I happily follow her commands.

I hurriedly moved towards the space behind the TV cabinet, carefully navigating around the numerous wires not to trip and potentially damage the TV or DVD player. As I neared the flip-flops, I considered the consequences of taking them with my mouth - I would become Kaley's dog in addition to being her mother's slave. A shiver ran through me, prompting me to grab the band connecting the big and second toes of the flip-flops with my teeth. I then backed away with the flip-flops hanging in front of my face.

"What am I thinking? Kaley isn't my owner," I mused as I crawled toward my cousin, who smirked, having won over her main rival.

"Actually, Aunt Emma is my owner..." But I soon realized it didn't matter since if my mistress wanted me to serve her daughter too, I would be her sister's slave without hesitation.

Her flip-flops carried the faint scent of Kaley's foot sweat, which I found tantalizing. As my cousin removed the flip-flops from my mouth, I wanted to keep them, enjoying the taste of her rival's sweat. My cousin patted my head and tossed the flip-flops aside, chuckling as I returned for them again.

We repeated this game for over an hour, and Kaley couldn't deny my submissive nature. No normal person would perform such acts, and it couldn't have been a prank against her, as my rival would never have acted like her puppy, and wouldn't have agreed to take flip-flops with her mouth. Later an old cuckoo clock chimed, indicating it was time for lunch. My Aunt Emma returned to the living room.

"It seems you're loving your new role," she observed, which elicited a bark from me. My mother and sister laughed, but I was strangely overjoyed at making them happy while feeling increasingly humiliated.

"When are we eating? I'm starving," Kaley asked her mother.

"Nearly ready, we can move to the kitchen." My aunt arose, and so did Kaley. She then instructed me:

"Follow your Master into the kitchen, doggy."

I obeyed, following my cousin and aunt into the kitchen on all four. My legs were beginning to ache from all the time I had spent on my knees at my aunt's feet. Kaley began setting the table while I crouched next to a table leg, admiring the lovely feet of my cousin and aunt.

"Why are you setting the table for three?" my aunt questioned.

"Where should she eat?" my cousin inquired, gesturing towards me.

"We still have your cat's bowls," my aunt said, glancing at me.

"Why not? She is your dog, isn't she? Dogs eat from the bowl, right, doggy?" my aunt spoke to me, prompting me to bark, effectively condoning eating on the floor.

My cousin brought out two bowls, cleaned them, and placed them on the floor. In one she poured water and in the other she poured a large portion of lasagna that my aunt had prepared.

"This lasagna is too much for me. I'll need to exercise for a week to burn off all the carbs," Kaley joked.

"Start eating, and then give the rest to the dog," her mother replied.

As mother and daughter began their meals, I approached my bowl and hesitantly dipped my face into it. Needless to say, I made quite a mess, leaving my face covered with food. I struggled through the remaining portion of Kaley's relatively untouched lasagna. Kaley and my aunt giggled, but remained silent. When it was time for me to drink from the water bowl, Kaley commented:

"Is that how a dog drinks water?"

I was forced to stick my tongue out and drink in a way that felt both humiliating and incredibly challenging. More water ended up on the floor than in my mouth. My cousin was not pleased with the situation and only stopped mumbling when her mother glared at her. When the kitchen was clean, the two women went back to the living room, where they sat on the couch drinking coffee and chatting as if I didn't exist.

I thought, "Maybe being ignored is better" when I saw my aunt study me for a few moments. Then, with a wide grin, she said, "Come here, puppy."

I crawled towards her as she began stroking my hair. After giving me a long look in the eyes, she said, "You're a good puppy, aren't you?" When I responded with a bark, she continued, "A good puppy licks the feet of its owner. Come on, go to your mistress and lick her feet."

I was taken aback by her words and so was my cousin, but she remained silent, watching me closely. As I knew I couldn't disobey the orders of my true mistress, the Aunt, I pushed aside the last bits of my pride and crawled towards my cousin. I began licking her feet as my aunt instructed. My cousin giggled, but I focused on my task. My tongue was quite skilled after so many hours spent at the Aunt's feet and quickly moved from her instep to her toes, which she wiggled playfully. Her foot sweat was heavenly and my initial hesitation disappeared quickly as I reveled in the sensation. I licked in between each of her toes and lost track of time, almost not knowing where I was. I never expected to lick my cousin's feet, but at that moment, with my tongue between her toes, I felt as if I had reached paradise.

Aunt Emma said goodbye to her daughter, "I'm going back to work. If you need me, I'm in my office."

When her mother left the room, Kaley took off her flip flops, and I began licking her soles, which were even softer than her mother's. My tongue moved steadily from her heel to the tip of her toes and I could hear her moans of enjoyment. I was so absorbed that I almost didn't realize where I was. I had never thought I'd lick my cousin's feet, but with my tongue between her toes, I felt as if I was in paradise and didn't want to leave.

After many hours, my tongue was tired, but I wouldn't have stopped until I was told to. At one point, Kaley pushed me away with a gentle kick to the face. She said, "I enjoyed it a lot and prefer this part of you. But it's getting dark. You have to go home."

I looked at her sadly. I didn't want to leave, didn't want to separate myself from her wonderful feet.

"I love your puppy eyes, you're a fantastic dog. But you have to go, and I have a lot to discuss with my mother," she said while patting my head and standing up.

When I saw my beautiful cousin leave the room, I realized it was time to go home. I realized I'd have to reckon with the new change that had swept through my life.

Ch 17: Hard Work

"What have I done?"

That was the question I repeated over and over in my mind. How could I act like that in front of my cousin? Why did I lower myself to such a humiliating position in front of my greatest rival? I knew my decision to become the slave of my aunt would alter my life, but now that Kaley was also involved, I was completely certain that things would never be the same again. And how could they ever be the same after what I had done? How could I contend for the main role in a school play with my cousin when she could stop me with a snap of her fingers, just like her mother had done with the audition? How could I lead my team if one of my teammates could force me to obey her every word? Certainly, nothing would remain the same, but maybe there was still some hope...

Kaley appeared skeptical about the unusual predicament she had to confront. She had unquestionably grasped that some disagreement had happened between her mom and me; although possibly she had not fully comprehended how unconventional and profound our connection was. My cousin appeared to relish giving me orders, treating me like her little pet, she had adored having her competitor, on her knees, licking her feet and, frankly, Kaley would have never fathomed inflicting such a huge humiliation on me in her wildest dreams. Despite this, I had spotted her uncertainties, her discomfort obscured behind her laughter. Aunt Emma had definitely been brilliant to make me submit to her daughter this way, yet, perhaps, she hadn't reckoned with Kaley's character. Aunt and niece resembled each other so much, they were virtually twins, but after all, people are distinct and my only chance for a sugarcoated life was minuscule, I was anticipating that Kaley wouldn't survive in such a situation, that she didn't have such a commanding spirit like her mom's.

If my cousin had condemned the bond that existed between her mom and me, it would've rendered it hard for me to stay on with my aunt, she wouldn't have risked losing her daughter for my sake. I had no clue how I'd manage if it wasn't possible for me to continuing living with my aunt. I had started believing it would be impossible for me to have a relationship with a guy; there were so many indications that revealed my attraction to women. Would I be fine with just having a conventional relationship with another gal, without all those wild dreams that saturated my brain which made me increasingly aroused? It'd suffice for me to go to the movies, kissing a girl on the sofa and all the other lovey-dovey things lovers do, or would I have to locate a replacement Mistress?

I made an effort not to fret about that far-fetched, unstable future, and set apart my fears. That afternoon, I rapped on the entrance door of my aunt's house. When I had returned home the evening prior, Aunt Emma had written to me that I ought to return to her the following day. She had written naught else and as response, I had written just:

"As you demand, Madame"

After a brief moment, the door opened, and I beheld the attractive body of my cousin who invited me in with a nod. She said naught and I did the same. I trailed her into the lounge, captivated by her stunning rear. Kaley was stylishly dressed and ready to leave. The sound of her heels resonated in my mind as I entered the lounge, observing my aunt who sat on the couch, equally elegantly dressed. While Kaley continued to dig in her purse, I remained in the middle of the room and muttered softly:

• Good morning Aunt -

Aunt Emma scrutinized me for a bit, then her face stretched in a grin. Moments later, she pat my head and, as I ceased my kissing and gazed at her face, she voiced:

• Kaley and I are going to dinner with the movie director. Meanwhile we'll be out, you'll have to take care of the household chores that I have assembled on this list. Be careful, you'll need to hand wash our undergarments, even our socks. I'm certain that you'll have a ball, in fact, you're also given permission to sniff them, but I sternly forbid you from touching yourself. I believe there's no requirement to inform you that if I discover you've refuted my dictates, you'll be sternly disciplined. Understood everything, slave? -
• Yes, Madame - I responded feebly.
• Then I'll see you this evening. - Aunt Emma said, rising.

The lady walked towards her child who silently exited the room. The mother followed suit, and shortly after, they vanished. I remained stationary on my knees for five whole minutes, as if struck by a paralyzing force. There was no doubt in my mind that Aunt Emma had spoken to Kaley about the situation, as she had resembled a controlling master towards me because of my passionate affliction for her feet. If Aunt Emma had exploited me so in front of her child, then Kaley must've accepted it, though she might've still felt embarrassed. I was convinced, though, that my cousin would get accustomed and ultimately take control of my life.

I resisted the influx of intrusive ideas and turned to the list of tasks on the table. Inconsolable to spending the day serving as a maid, I went towards the basement to wash the laundry. Strangely, the colossal pile of dirty clothes left me wanting. As I inhaled the scent of the initial pair of socks - I believed to be my aunt's - I mused that my aunt's assertion was true. Gradually, I would come to enjoy this duty. I inhaled sock after sock, struggling to distinguish the socks of my aunt from those of my cousin. After washing each pair of socks, I moved onto their underwear, indulging in their aromas more ardently. In fact, at one point, I became so enthused that I licked the front of a pair of Kaley's panties, so soaked that they must've been removed mere moments ago. I licked eagerly, relishing a blend of sweat and urine. However, it dawned on me what I had just done - I quickly plunged the panties into the water and hid my face, sobbing.

"What have I become?" I cried, horrified at my circumstances.

Upon completing the hand-washing, I arranged the assortment in the dryer but refrained from switching it on instantaneously. Instead, I waited for the spin cycle to finish and combined all the habits into one laundry session. Charged with enthusiasm, I commenced tidying the house, unlocking the door and sweeping the floors throughout the house. I was relieved to conclude that the abode was spotless, which accelerated the process. As my aunt's car pulled into the garage, I hurried towards the entrance and bowed for their return, eagerly awaiting their opinion of my duties. My aunt radiated delight, while my cousin seemed taken aback when she saw me in such submission. I humbly kissed the soles of my mistress, as was customary.

• Welcome home, Madame - I declared.

My aunt beamed and gestured towards Kaley, indicating that I was to follow suit.

• Welcome home, Miss - I repeated, feeling mortified at the moniker.

Kaley made no remark and marched directly into her bedroom. I scampered to my aunt, wiping away tears as I tenderly removed her exquisite heels.

• Sit down, Madame - I urged as I trembled.

My aunt sat and, upon dismantling her pumps, she stood back up and skimmed the living room.

• You've really done an excellent job - she stated as she inspected my efforts.

My heart swelled with pride at her endorsement yet, before my joy could settle, her gaze fell upon the basement. A startling noise and a firm backhand slap snapped me back to reality.

• How dare you deceive me? - she scolded, her stare locking onto me, swelling with tears.

Why hadn't you cleaned your cousin's shoes? she asked, pointing to a pair of old football boots I hadn't noticed.

"But it wasn't on the list, ma'am," I replied.

"What? So what is this then? Can't you even read?"

A rush of fear filled me as I realized I hadn't checked the back of the page. How could I have been so careless?

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't realize..." I started, then stopped and whispered, "I'm such an idiot. Please, it won't happen again. I promise." I threw myself at her feet, kissing them fervently and begging for her forgiveness.

Aunt Emma eventually said, "You should apologize to your cousin too. You've disrespected her with your laziness. Now go to her room and beg for her forgiveness. Once you're done, come back here to clean the shoes. This time, use your tongue."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, kissing her feet one more time and then running to my cousin's room.

Knocking several times, I waited, but there was no answer. Unwilling to disobey, I opened the door slightly and saw that Kaley was lying on her bed with headphones on. Like yesterday, she was wearing shorts and a top, this time pink. When she saw me, she took off her headphones and asked, "What do you want?"

I entered the room and knelt down at the foot of her bed. She looked at me suspiciously but said nothing.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. I forgot to clean your football boots. Can you forgive me?" I began kissing her feet, smelling her delightful foot scent.

My cousin said nothing and put her headphones back on, like she was already tired of hearing my voice. But she didn't move her feet, and since there were no instructions to stop, I continued to kiss my cousin's feet. My lips moved along her arches, heels, and toes, apologizing over and over.

After more than twenty minutes, Kaley took off her headphones and looked at me coldly with her beautiful green eyes. "Alright, go clean my shoes...clearly, you're a slave now."

"Yes, Miss," I said, giving one last kiss to her feet and leaving her room.

Chapter 18: So SweetKaley's football boots seemed like they'd been used recently. Apparently, like Rose, Kaley had continued to train in the summer. I couldn't help but think how lazy I'd been compared to them. The chance to make my first film had completely taken me away from my other passion, isolating me even more from my few friends. I'd put school and dreaming of becoming famous before football, and now I was at risk of seriously jeopardizing my position as goalkeeper. Rose's impressive improvement was a huge concern for me, and even though she was my best friend, I couldn't be happy that her hard work had paid off.

"There can only be one goalkeeper, and that must be me," I thought, promising to train diligently in the few days remaining before the start of school and the first match against the neighboring town's team, which always took place on the first Saturday of the first week.

I focused my attention on Kaley's soccer cleats and, out of curiosity, I took a whiff inside of them, only to find traces of her foot smell that weren't very strong. Disappointed, I had to push my nose further and further into the shoes to satisfy my curiosity, taking in the scent closest to the toes where it was stronger. After five minutes, I finally forced myself to pull my nose out of this magnificent place and began to clean the soccer cleats as I'd been instructed. I stuck out my tongue and started licking the sides, enjoying the taste that was a combination of leather and grass. My tongue moved with ease, ignoring no area, and although I had some reservations, I even licked the soles where grass tufts were stuck among the cleats. But I refrained from eating them and instead picked them off with my hands, tossing them into the trash bin downstairs. I couldn't tell if my aunt knew how dirty Kaley's soccer cleats were or if she'd be mad at me for not eating those tufts of grass, so I hid them deeper in the trashcan to avoid any potential punishment.

Once my work was done, I headed back upstairs and peered out the window, realizing it was already dark. I contemplated asking my aunt for a ride home given the news of daily violence against women, but when I entered the kitchen and knelt at her feet as she prepared dinner, she quickly informed me, "You'll be staying here tonight. I told your mother."

I was unsure if I should be happy or not. While I was glad to avoid the long, dangerous bus ride and spend more time with my lovely aunt, I was also fearful of humiliating myself in front of my cousin, especially since she had officially recognized my new status. My aunt stared at me intently as if waiting for a response. I hurried to kiss her bare feet and said, "Thank you, Madame, for allowing me to stay with you."

• Had you cleaned your cousin's soccer cleats as instructed? - my aunt inquired.
• Yes, Madame. With my tongue, as you had ordered - I responded, continuing to kiss her feet.
• Good. Now go upstairs and inform your cousin that dinner is ready -
• As you wish, Madame - I said before hurrying to call Kaley.

I had no response when I knocked on her door, so I did what I had done before and slowly entered the room, finding my cousin in the same position. She acted as if she hadn't noticed me and didn't remove her headphones. I stood near her for a minute or two, but she continued to ignore me. Finally, I knelt and started kissing her feet again, hoping this would get her attention. It worked. After two minutes of undisturbed kissing, Kaley removed her headphones and asked, "What else do you want?"

• Dinner is ready, miss - I said quietly.

Kaley took off her headphones and got out of bed. Upon seeing me next to her, she said, "Take my flip-flops, slave."

Trying to recapture the excitement from before, I crawled towards her desk and picked up her flip-flops, placing them at her feet as I had before. When we made our way to the kitchen, the dinner was already sitting on the table, but it appeared that their dinner was the only one there. Mine, however, still sat in the cat's bowl.

"'My Bowl' I thought, feeling a little down as I crawled toward it, not caring about the glares from my aunt and my cousin.

This time, I managed to eat without making a mess, which I was proud of, but it didn't take long before I felt pathetic, thinking that I had to eat from the bowl like a dog. When we finished eating, my aunt came over to me and said, "Wash the dishes and then join us in the living room. Oh, and I almost forgot, bring me a glass of white wine."

• Yes, Madame - I whispered.

When the final dish was clean, I filled up a fancy glass with wine and went into the living room where my aunt and cousin were lounging on the couch, watching a new movie. I crouched down by my aunt and held out the glass to her, who took it without uttering a word. She then maneuvered me using her feet, until I ended up on all fours. Aunt Emma placed her feet on my back, turning me into a footstool, while Kaley followed suit, placing her feet on my neck and crossing them at the ankles. Being used as furniture by these two stunning redheads, who ignored me completely, was a powerful sensation that made my pussy moist. I couldn't focus on the movie because Kaley's feet on my neck made it impossible for me to move my head.

I couldn't help but wonder what my cousin was thinking, witnessing her old rival broken down in such a submissive position, with her mother, who had always been the underdog to her sister, reducing me to a footstool. Oddly, I thought of how my mother would react if she saw me in this predicament - she'd always wanted me to be better than my cousin, but now her daughter was utilizing her daughter of the infamous Christine Spencer as foot furniture.

My aunt received a phone call, during which she headed towards her office, announcing to Kaley, "Unfortunately, you'll need to finish watching the movie alone, darling. It'll take a while." I was relieved to see my aunt leave since I wasn't sure if I could bear both their weight for much longer. Kaley adjusted her position on my back to get comfortable, then invited me to continue being her footstool. The heel of her left foot dug into my back, and she experimented with leaning her right foot on my face, causing me to look directly at her.

"You're useless, even as a footstool," she remarked.

"I apologize, Miss. I'll try to serve you better," I replied, knowing she expected a response.

"You're 'uncomfortable,'" my cousin paused and a grin formed on her face.

"Stay here," she instructed, disappearing from the room, leaving me to wonder what sinister thought had just popped into her head. A couple of minutes passed while I rested and waited for my cousin's return, wondering what wicked plan she'd conjured up. When she reappeared holding a jar of Nutella, her grin had grown even wider.

"Here's your dessert, slave," she announced, showing me the Nutella jar, half-full. I stared at the Nutella and then my cousin. She must've brought something to spread it on, but all I saw was the jar. Still, Kaley's smile stretched as I continued to look at her in confusion. Her laughter grew louder the longer I stared, until she finally revealed her diabolical plan. She opened the jar, still staring at me intently, then slipped her right foot in, but her toes didn't fit all the way in. Shrugging it off, she leaned down and pulled out her toes. To my astonishment, they were coated in Nutella.

"Time for your dessert," she giggled.

I was feeling degraded but my mouth was watering at the prospect of tasting Nutella and Kaley's foot simultaneously. I scampered over to my cousin and parted my lips to start licking her toes. "Ooh, mmm," I moaned, causing her to erupt with laughter. It took close to five minutes to clean Kaley's toes, and I even tried to dig under her toenails to get the Nutella stuck there.

"Fancy another helping?" Kaley inquired, and I nodded, eagerly awaiting my next task.

My relative performed the same action as before but this time using the left foot. I continued my task of licking Nutella from her toes and was more aroused by the cackling laughter of my relative who was enjoying my embarrassment. When her toes were cleaned again, Kaley shoved her hand into the Nutella jar and spread an extensive layer on her soles. Just as I got ready to lick again, she shoved her feet in my face, unceremoniously rubbing them onto it. My relative's amusement increased further when she noticed my face covered in Nutella, and when I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that she was snapping a photo.

" Crawl, lick my feet like the slave you are," she instructed, pressing my lips with her large toes.

I continued sucking her toes and licking across all her soles, which seemed impossible to clean. It was both challenging and gratifying.

Chapter 19: Night Goodnight, Morning Good Morning

" What are you doing?" my relative suddenly inquired.

After cleaning her feet for the third time, I had slumped from tiredness, and with a slight feeling of nausea from the overload of Nutella. When I heard the inquiry of my relative, I hesitantly raised my head and beheld her intently with her stunning green eyes, unmindful of my exhaustion. I could not muster the strength to answer and waited for her next words.

" There's still a lot of Nutella. Aren't you going to accept this precious gift your Mistress is offering you?"

I searched for some sympathy in her eyes, but my puppy dog gaze was ineffective, so I forced myself to say,

" No Mistress."

" Well then keep going," she beamed, refilling her feet with Nutella.

As I began cleansing her feet once again, my tongue started feeling nauseous the moment it touched the Nutella, and I nearly threw up. I had never imagined eating more than a few spoonfuls of Nutella could make me feel similarly. Perhaps there was a reason why I had always been cautious about this sweet spread. My relative placed each toe of her right foot into my mouth and inserted it deeper and deeper while my tongue kept licking endlessly. When she removed her foot, I was a mess, my face smeared with Nutella and plastered with dripping saliva. Seemingly it was not enough, and her hands continued to draw from the jar, feeding it to me. I licked her hands, one after another, feeling queasy.

" You're tickling me," my relative smirked as I cleaned her dainty feet, hands, and eventually the jar. After the last trace of Nutella was cleared, she inquired,

" Did you thank me for this reward?"

" Thank you Mistress," I whispered, thinking her assistance was only for the initial minuscule task, which then morphed into a hellish ordeal.

"Oh, but your face is still dirty," she shrugged after a brief silence. " I'll be helpful, I'll assist you clean yourself."

"Ah, so kind of you," I mused, surprised at her words.

There were no napkins within reach, so I was puzzled about how she intended to help me clean. I realized a new humiliation was imminent when I saw her mischievous grin. Kaley placed her foot on my head, applying tremendous pressure, forcing my face onto the floor. I wanted to scream in pain but I feared worsening the situation and endured the humiliation silently, at the mercy of my relative like a drifting boat at sea.

Only the return of my aunt halted my cousin's foot torture. When I painfully lifted my head, the floor beneath me was indeed filthy. If Aunt Emma was displeased by her daughter's aggression, she made no indication and slowly made her way towards me. When she was a foot away from my face, she spoke but I was too fatigued to look at her. Instead, I tried to comprehend her words.

"It's time for bed. You, young lady, ensure you do not stay awake listening to music or using the internet," she ordered her daughter, and then added, " And you, clean the floor immediately and then join me in my room."

"Yes Ma'am," I replied, dragging myself up as my cousin gave her mother a goodnight kiss.

I was exhausted beyond belief, like a worn-out robot, as I mindlessly cleaned the floor. After finishing, I made my way up the stairs and knocked on my Aunt Emma's door. She was already in bed, reading a magazine. Her barely-dressed state didn't even phase me at this point, all I could think about was finding a comfortable bed to crash in.

Wearing nothing but a bra and underwear like my aunt, I stood before her bed and she motioned me to lie down at the foot. I did, and was suddenly transported back to Paris. The memory of licking Aunt Emma's feet there came back to me, and I couldn't help but smile.

After a few moments of licking her feet, Aunt Emma asked me to stick out my tongue. I was worn out but had no choice. Moments later, I was back at work, tonguing her dirty heels. I'm not sure how long I did this for, but remembering that incredible smell kept me going. Eventually, I fell asleep with my mistress's feet resting on my face.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a severe stomach ache. I had eaten a large amount of Nutella and it was making itself known. My aunt's feet were still on my face, wet with sweat. I had to use the bathroom but didn't want to disturb her. My mind began to race, trying not to think about my stomach pains. Distracting myself, I breathed in the lovely smell of her feet and my pussy tingled. I couldn't help but instinctively suck on her right foot as I lightly touched it with my tongue. Before long, I was fast asleep again.

When I woke up in the morning, Aunt Emma's foot was still in my mouth. She must have enjoyed my ministrations because she sighed, "It's always wonderful to wake up with someone licking your feet." While I loved hearing this, I had to rush downstairs to prepare breakfast. My stomach still hurt but I tried to push that aside. I entered the kitchen and, overcome with satisfaction, kissed my Aunt's feet before standing.

"I'll handle breakfast now. Go wake up your cousin," she said, walking away.

"Can I go to the bathroom first, please?" I asked, hoping for her approval.

She said, "Yes, but go slowly. Don't concern yourself with breakfast right now."

I knew the drill. I had to wake up my cousin by licking her feet, no matter how humiliating. I entered my cousin's room, carefully not to make any noise, and found her foot under the covers. Placing my head underneath, I searched for it by smell. The moment I touched her foot, I brought her toes to my mouth and started waking her up. It didn't go smoothly as she kicked me in the face. I feared a nosebleed, but fortunately none came. I was left with a sharp pain in my nose.

"Go downstairs and prepare breakfast," Aunt Emma commanded, walking away.

"May I use the restroom first, Aunt?" I asked, hoping against hope she'd say yes.

She consented. As I exited the bathroom, my stomach pains didn't disappear, but my mind was trained to ignore them as I prepared breakfast for my two mistresses.

My heart ached for more. I couldn't forget the pleasure of serving my aunt like this, and all I wanted was to make her happy by eventually servicing her more intimately. I intended to become the best slave possible for my beautiful mistress.

After almost twenty minutes, Aunt Emma removed her feet and said, "Go prepare breakfast."

"May I please wake your cousin up like I did with you, Ma'am?" I asked, eager for her permission.

"Yes, my dear. Be patient with her so she can take her time," she ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, knowing my next humiliation was making her cousin's feet smell as enticing as hers has been.

In Kaley's room, I found her lying in bed under a sheet, cold and alone. I carefully lifted it to expose her feet, and sniffed them like a dog looking for game. As instructed, I began to rouse her while licking her toes. Instruction didn't always come easy to me, but I followed Aunt Emma's wishes and stayed at it until she woke up. She was less than thrilled by my devotion, as she kicked me in the stomach. Luckily, no blood was drawn. I slumped in bed, vowing to make her morning better.

"Breakfast is ready, Mistress," I whispered in the kitchen, admiring her elegant red silk robe. I could not resist and lowly bowed to kiss her feet.

"I'll take care of breakfast," she said but, as she exited the kitchen, she added, "Wake up your cousin similarly to how I just woke you. Breakfast can wait."

"Yes, Mistress." I replied, knowing I had to carry out her wishes and wake my cousin with the same humiliation.

• Oh my god! Kaley exclaimed, pulling up the sheet and trying to spot what had disturbed her sleep - It's you again, groveling foot-kisser - she added, when she could see me despite the dark.

I felt a deep sense of embarrassment for being addressed so degradingly.

• I'm sorry, ma'am. Forgive me if I startled you. Your mom told me to wake you up. Breakfast is almost ready - I mumbled meekly.

Kaley didn't speak and merely pushed her head back onto the pillow, stretching her arms out and bringing her foot close to my face. Once more, I resumed kissing and licking the exquisite feet of my cousin, swiping my tongue back and forth on her soft soles as she played with her toes near my nose. After about 10 minutes, Kaley got up and I quickly put on her flip-flops.

We headed towards the kitchen where I spied the bowl I'd been eating out of, which was full to the brim. I didn't have the courage to tell my aunt that I wasn't hungry, so I slinked towards my bowl and continued nibbling on the pancakes smothered in maple syrup. Kaley, as usual, only ate a fraction of her breakfast, and when she spooned the majority of her breakfast onto my bowl, I looked at her with anxiety. She patted my head and said with a wicked smile:

• Don't leave a crumb, dog -

I kept eating while the women chatted about their impending plans for the day. I was so engrossed in trying to finish my food that I barely heard what they were saying. Eventually, I figured out that they were staying home and hoped that Kaley would go out with a friend. But she simply said:

• See you later - and headed back to her room.
• You'll find us in the pool - yelled her mom.

When I managed to finish off all my food, Aunt Emma instructed me to fetch the sunscreen in her room and rendezvous with her at the pool. Their pool wasn't as huge as mine, but it was still lovely. It had a little jacuzzi tub set in a higher area and water flowed from there, cascading down into the pool like a mini waterfall. My aunt was splayed out on a sun lounger and sunbathing when I got there.

• Rub the oil all over my body - she commanded, stripping off her bikini and exposing her magnificent breasts for the first time.

At the sight of this magnificent view, my pussy started leaking with anticipation. I was so bent on not disturbing my aunt with my shaking hands that my heart nearly vaulted out of my chest. I began rubbing the oil on her feet and then her legs before nervously approaching her boobs. Relieved to get permission, my hands caressed her full, round orbs, but I was careful not to bury my face between them.

When her body was well lubricated, my aunt ordered me to take a fan and sway it around, cautious not to shade her. It was around an hour later when I finally could tear my eyes away, my heart racing as I'd never been in the presence of a goddess before.

• Go fetch the swimsuit I've prepared for you in my room - my aunt ordered, once she rose and jumped into the pool.

I dashed into the house to carry out her command.

I returned after just a few minutes, the costume being tight. When my aunt saw me, she said:

• Hop in the water and climb into this - and she pointed towards a pool donut.

I dove and swam over to my floating ring, climbing in it with joy as I reveled in the cool water. My aunt swam towards me, her hands moving gracefully through the water. When her lounger was just centimeters away, she stated:

• Come on, slave, lick my feet -

I held her legs with my hands to keep her lounger in place, but my aunt resumed:

• No, don't use your hands -

I started licking her wet feet, trying to stay close enough to her lounger, but my donut would often brush against hers, and it would move away, forcing me to scuttle after her feet.

My aunt kept chuckling as I persisted in chasing after her mattress, intent on licking her feet. When it seemed like I'd finally reached my goal for the umpteenth time, she unexpectedly gave her donut a firm kick, sending me flying backward several meters. Though I was getting worn out, swimming only with my legs, I continued laughing, enjoying the experience of playing with my attractive aunt. Aunt Emma granted me a brief reprieve and permitted me to lick her feet without moving. As my tongue traced along her damp soles, I became captivated by the ethereal beauty before me.

Aunt Emma laid back, continuing to bask in the sun, and despite her sunglasses obscuring her eyes, I believed she'd closed them. To lick a pair of wet feet wasn't particularly gratifying; I couldn't detect the enticing aroma that I loved so much nor the sensation of my tongue gliding against her wrinkled skin due to the peculiar sense of wetness the water provided. After a while, she began to indulge me and with one foot, she splashed water in my face several times.

"Are you feeling cooler?" she inquired jestingly as I continued to lick her feet.

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am" I responded, keeping my tongue on her feet.

It could've been an hour, perhaps two - I couldn't tell due to losing track of time. The only clue was that the sensation of water on my skin reminded me of being in the pool for far too long. The sound of footsteps broke the tranquility, momentarily eclipsing the sound of water descending from the jacuzzi tub. I gazed in the direction of the source, then, a few seconds later, my cousin Kaley emerged from behind a corner, her striking pink bikini revealing her breast that was marginally larger than her mother's. Kaley settled herself next to the pool, just dipping her feet in the water. She glanced at us as I continued licking her mother's feet. We made eye contact and I felt an embarrassment rise in me.

"Why does she evoke such a feeling in me? With my aunt, I've never felt awkward despite engaging in humiliating activities," I pondered, keeping my eyes fixed on my aunt's feet, unable to maintain eye contact with my cousin.

With a sudden kick from Aunt Emma, my focus shifted back to reality in time to hear her say, "It's your cousin's turn now. Let her play with you for a bit."

"Yes, Ma'am" was my response, feeling disappointed to leave my aunt.

Freed from the donut pool, I swam towards Kaley, leaving my aunt soaking up the sun on the pool mattress. When I was within a few centimeters of her feet, hanging just above the water, I looked up at my cousin, seeking guidance. She radiated beauty with her emerald eyes and, without saying a word, she slightly lifted her leg and put a foot on my head. I kept my gaze on her face as I continued to lick her mother's feet. Then, she burst into laughter as I noted the absence of the scent I craved due to chlorine.

"Lick my feet, servant" she commanded.

Unable to touch the pool's bottom with my feet, I held onto the edge with one hand to avoid sinking deeper. As I began to lick my cousin's feet, I noticed with dismay that I couldn't catch a whiff of the scent I so desired. While my tongue danced between her toes, I noticed a sudden movement from her right foot and when Kaley pushed me back underwater, I was prepared. I'd anticipated she'd remove her foot from my head and thought I could easily endure nearly a minute submerged. It wasn't until I realized Kaley seemed intent on keeping me submerged rather than raising me that I panicked, struggling to free myself from her foot to return to the surface. But Kaley was able to maintain her grip, and using her other foot, she held me tightly underwater.

I can't recall what was going on in my head at that moment. Perhaps I was so terrified I couldn't think of anything; perhaps I'd begged my deity for assistance. When Kaley removed her feet from my head, granting me the chance to breach the surface, my lungs were almost completely empty of air. As I slowly regained my breath, I examined my cousin, who smirked knowingly and announced, "[PARAGRAPHU]."

What made you stop, lick my feet, slave?

I began again to lick my cousin's feet, the ones that made me nearly drown just a moment ago, while trying to hold back my tears, shocked by this sudden burst of violence. At one point, Kaley grabbed my nose with her toes and forced me to look up.

"What's wrong? Are you sad? Don't you like this game?" She asked with a gentle voice that really irritated me.

After staring at her for a few seconds, I gathered the courage to say, "No Miss."

"Such a pity. What you like or dislike is completely insignificant, slave." And she pushed me back underwater.

This time, I knew I couldn't last long and I desperately tried to wriggle and get away. It was of no use, and I was once again at the mercy of my cousin. When I resurfaced, she swiftly brought her foot close to my lips and I, still breathless, resumed licking her feet. I could see my aunt on the pool mattress, seemingly unaware of what her daughter was doing.

We continued this morbid game for over an hour, and when Aunt Emma finally stepped out of the pool, I prayed that she needed me. Instead, she told us, "You two can keep playing, I have to go back to work."

I sadly watched my aunt leave, thinking I'd have to remain in my cousin's cruel grip for much longer. Kaley ordered me to get out of the water and kneel next to the sun lounge, waiting for her return. My cousin dived back into the pool, swimming without stopping for even a second, and I couldn't help but be impressed by her physical condition, although it was a bit unsettling. When she returned to the lounger, she said to me,

"Bring me a lemonade, bread, and peanut butter."

"Yes, Miss," I said, getting up and rushing inside to get the items.

I was careful not to wet the floor as I entered the kitchen; my body had dried quickly in the scorching sun, but my swimsuit was still a bit damp. It took me a few minutes to find the peanut butter, and once I had everything, I returned to the pool. When Kaley saw me come back, she said, "What took you so long?"

"I'm sorry, Miss. I couldn't find the peanut butter."

"No, you had to hold it," she said, taking the glass of lemonade.

I remained in that uncomfortable position, kneeling and holding the tray for half an hour as my cousin sipped her lemonade slowly. My arms started to ache, but I couldn't move and I tried to distract myself by wondering when she'd finally eat the bread with peanut butter. When her glass was finally empty, Kaley took a slice of bread and spread some peanut butter onto it, then she said,

"Open your mouth."

"No no, I'm sick of eating," I thought, but for some reason I found myself unable to resist her order. And so I followed it.

I began to eat, trying not to think about the awkward position I was in, all the while Kaley was watching me struggle with the bread. I still didn't understand why she was making me eat; I wasn't even hungry.

A few hours later, when we reentered the house, I found my aunt sitting on the sofa, looking like she was about to leave the house.

"Jen, go upstairs and change quickly. I'll take you home because I have to go to the store."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, dashing upstairs to change.

I was a bit confused at the time. On the one hand, I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to leave my aunt, but on the other hand, I needed some time away from Kaley, who had already begun using me as her personal plaything and didn't hesitate to inflict one humiliation after another. The event in the pool was frightening, so I hoped her mother could somehow control her daughter since she had little concern for my cousin's wellbeing after only a few days of being her "slave". While I tied my shoes, I couldn't help but think of Kaley's wicked smile and realize that beneath that beautiful face hid a vicious devil, ready to annihilate her enemy cruelly.

Fortunately, I didn't see my cousin when we descended the stairs, and my mood improved instantly when I saw my beautiful aunt.

The rain poured down heavily and gusty winds whipped through the air, becoming increasingly menacing. Several cities had suffered severe damage from the devastating hurricane that recently struck our state, ripping off the roofs of houses and flooding many areas that were also without electricity. The hurricane had weakened but could not be taken lightly, and my mother had instructed Mary to stockpile large quantities of food and water and forbade me from leaving the house for any reason. These were the first words my mother had spoken to me since I failed to perform well during my audition, but it was foolhardy to believe that she had finally forgiven me; instead, our relationship was cooler than ever.

As the lights briefly flickered out, I wasn't afraid—I was simply quite bored. No TV, internet, or functional mobile phones due to damage to the cell towers, I attempted to pass the time by reading a few books, but soon grew tired of them. Books had been a source of great pleasure for me in the past—I loved diving into another world and living out fantastical adventures created by the brilliant minds of countless authors. However, I was unable to read, as if my mind was too preoccupied with the intense experience I had undergone in the previous month—sharing time with my aunt and afterward my cousin—it was too intense for me to think about anything else.

I wasn't able to see my aunt for almost a week and started to feel the withdrawal symptoms; it was like a drug addict without their fix. In my dreams, my Mistress appeared, glowing like an angel and flashing her beautiful smile. Even in the daytime, I attempted to resist daydreaming about seeing her again and worshipping her amazing feet. On one hand, I had remained distant from Kaley, but on the other, I knew I couldn't stay away from my aunt for too long and didn't care if it meant submitting to my cousin's domination.

The school would start in three days, and I almost wished the hurricane would do some damage to delay its beginning. I always looked forward to the start of a new school year, even though I wasn't an excellent pupil. I relished getting back to my normal routine, interacting with my classmates, and participating in sporting events in the hope of winning another game. But that year was different; I feared the start of school much more than the hurricane. I anticipated that Kaley would make my life miserable and pondered over what she could do to completely destroy me. My cousin had always made my life difficult, but now that I was her slave, she had numerous opportunities to permanently crush me under her beautiful feet, and I hoped my aunt could intervene and halt her daughter's plans to expose my new status to everyone.

I watched the dark sky and, feeling increasingly bored, started imagining a water droplet race on the window glass. I thought about how I hadn't been able to train myself and feared what Coach Nilsson would say when she witnessed how much weight I had gained. I gathered up the courage to weigh myself and was shocked to see I had put on about eight kilos. Overeating contributed to this—it had been months since I indulged in fast food. In Paris, I had walked a lot, ate delicious meals with high calorie content, and upon returning home, I was forced to endure being overfed by my cousin.

I pondered why Kaley seemed to delight in feeding me excessively, as if she enjoyed seeing people gorge themselves. Then I considered a potential connection with her foot fetish—foot worship was how she derived pleasure, perhaps the same passion that burned within me for feet and toes.

"Does she derive pleasure from seeing people overeat? Did she masturbate while I licked Nutella from her fingers and feet?" I pondered, imagining my cousin's excitement and intense orgasm.

I attempted to suppress this image of Kaley from my thoughts, but it was potent enough to arouse me, and my hand wandered onto my genitals. As I climaxed, I sunk onto the bed, spent of energy. After regaining my strength, I resumed watching the water droplet race on the window.

Finally, the day had arrived and unfortunately, I was running late. I quickly dressed and sprinted out the door, skipping breakfast hoping to catch the school bus. I couldn't fathom how my mom would react if she had to accompany me to school. Previously, I might have considered the possibility of my mom giving in and buying me a car, but I knew that wasn't an option anymore. Fortunately, I made it in time; the bus was just about to leave and I spotted William Johnson boarding it. As we sat next to each other, he ignored me the entire ride and rushed off without a glance my way once we reached school.

Why was William's behavior understandable while other boys and girls at school ignored me? Had I become invisible like Harry Potter's cloak? My mind raced as I tried to grasp this new reality. Hardly had I opened my locker when I heard Chelsea's voice.

-"What the hell have you done, Jen? I almost didn't recognize you. You've gained so much weight!"-

Chelsea's words cut deep, and I knew she was right. I shook my head a bit and surveyed the athlete with her blonde hair, blue eyes and toned body. She was the best player on our team and her ability to balance defense and offense contributed to our many wins. Her admirers were legion.

-"Well, this summer..." - I beganuttering when a clanging bell interrupted me.

-"I really have to go. Bobby's been waiting for me before the bell, and if I don't hurry up, I'll anger Professor Cooper on the first day of school."- Chelsea dashed off.

I slammed my head on my locker and felt increasingly dejected as I pondered Chelsea's words.

-"Don't let her words upset you."- Rose smiled, then said, "You'll get back in shape in no time. Tomorrow, we'll start training. The captain is convinced we can bring home the cup, and she'll lead us to victory in the championship."-

Her words managed to bring a small smile to my face as Rose and I went into our next class. Mr. Schultz, our professor, was engrossed in presenting the course's objectives and assigned tasks, unmindful of my inner turmoil.

"This is a pivotal year for your lives," he announced. "Study hard, or your choices in adulthood will be limited."

While Mr. Schultz continued to talk, I latched on to the words of Rose and envisioned lifting the cup and celebrating with my teammates.

During my next class, I saw Kaley, my cousin. Being unsure of how to interact, I simply nodded towards her, attempting to be respectful. Kaley responded with silence, positioned herself at the back of the room. I felt relieved that she didn't answer me as I feared she might give me a humiliating nickname. As the lesson began, I was constantly aware of my cousin's stare and, each time I glanced back, I could feel her unblinking gaze. The teacher took notice of my restlessness and asked:

-"Is there something wrong, Miss Martin? I see you distracted."-

-"No professor, I'm fine." I replied shakily.

The elderly professor seemed to believe me as she returned to chalking on the board while I tried unsuccessfully to remain calm and give my full attention to the lesson. I had nearly dozed off when Kaley wrote a note and furtively passed it to me. Feeling careful not to be noticed, I read her note with trepidation:

"Go to the second-floor bathroom, close the door and wait for me."

I hesitated if I should go right away or not. I began to raise my hand to ask the teacher for permission to use the bathroom when my cousin wrote "NOW." I raised my hand hurriedly and asked for permission to use the facilities.

As I made my way to the girls' bathroom on the second floor with the least amount of people due to different classrooms being renovated, I couldn't help but wonder what sinister scheme my cousin had in mind. Once there, I checked the bathroom to ensure it was empty, then locked the door and waited with a racing heart. I tensed when someone knocked on the door, barely whispering a hope that the girl thought the bathroom was out of order. Then I heard my cousin's voice.

"Open the door, Jen."

I hurried to open the door and promptly locked it back. Kaley glared at me, her emerald eyes piercing, then snapped her fingers and gestured towards the floor. I hurriedly knelt down and looked up at her, eagerly awaiting her next command.

"Well, is this the way you greet your Mistress? Kiss my feet, slave."

I crawled towards her, smothering her sandaled feet with kisses, frantic in my worshipful devotion. After five minutes of fervent kissing, Kaley ordered me to stop. Then she roughly yanked my hair, making me look in her face. There was a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, but soon she spoke.

"My mother told me what happened in Paris. She told me about your prayers. Do you really think she's a Goddess?"

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, still struggling with the pain in my scalp.

"You're so pathetic. Now answer me, do you consider me a Goddess too?"

Caught off guard, I hesitated for a moment. Kaley intensified her pulling on my hair, and eventually, I almost cried out in agony. "Yes, Mistress, you are a Goddess to me. Thank you, Mistress, for gracing me with your presence."

Kaley looked at me with a smirk and then let go of my hair, allowing me to fall to the floor. I pushed myself up and hastily returned to worshipping her feet.

"You're nothing more than a worm slithering at the feet of your Goddess, aren't you?"

"Yes, Goddess," I quickly responded.

"I'm so perfect that you would even worship the ground where I walk. Come on, slave, worship the ground where your Goddess walked."

I couldn't believe what I was being asked to do. Did she want me to lick the floor of a bathroom? I looked into her eyes, searching for pity, but finding only contempt. I stuck out my tongue and, filled with shame, crept towards the bathroom floor and began to lick. The taste of chemicals immediately made me nauseous, but I knew I couldn't stop. I repositioned myself, extending my tongue towards her feet. However, when I arrived within a few centimeters, Kaley suddenly moved away and stood on the other side of the bathroom.

"Well, you've seen where I walked on. Come on, slave, worship the ground where your Goddess walked."

I couldn't believe my ears. I was ordered to lick the floor. My stomach churned, but I couldn't disobey. After all, obeying and servicing my Goddess was all I could do. I stuck my tongue out and anxiously licked the floor. However, I had made one assumption that was incorrect - the ground was cold and hard instead of the warm, soft touch of Kaley's feet. It wasn't until I reached her footprints that she stepped back, visibly disgusted.

"Eww, keep that dirty tongue away from me. I do not want you covering my precious feet in germs."

The reproach and contempt in her voice made me feel even more humiliated. Despite my disdain for my cousin, I hoped she wouldn't punish me too harshly. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the start of my senior year. I knew I was in for a challenging experience.

Chapter 22: The first day with its troubles

"Five more minutes," I thought, glancing at my watch, unable to believe that time was moving so slowly.

Kaley left shortly after the bell rang, but she had commanded me to stay in the bathroom for an additional 30 minutes. To make matters worse, she required me to remove my panties and give them to her. After my hesitation, she slapped me, causing more fear. I hastily discarded my underwear and handed my cousin what she wanted. I was wearing beige pants, and I couldn't comprehend her purposes; with no skirt, boys couldn't see my crotch, regardless.

As time dragged on, I rinsed my mouth frequently, attempting to rid it of the disgusting taste of chemicals. I felt embarrassed about what I'd just done, realizing that I'd taken things too far by licking the floor instead of the tiles. Kaley must've expected only lip contact with the tiles, not the use of my tongue.

"Idiot, idiot." I scolded myself, slapping my cheeks lightly because of the colossal mistake I had just made. Not only had I done something both humiliating and dangerous for my well-being, but I had also proved to my cousin that I would follow her every command.

I checked the time once more, wondering why Kaley was keeping me locked in the bathroom. As the second hand completed its last rotation, I felt ready to burst out like a Formula 1 driver waiting for the green light to commence the race. When thirty minutes elapsed, I bolted out of the bathroom and made a beeline for my class for the history lesson that had been going on for quite some time.

I knocked on the door and stepped inside, apologizing to Professor Murray for the delay. The classroom fell silent, and the eyes of the whole class were partially on me. However, it was the piercing green eyes of my cousin that made me feel the most vulnerable. I tried to push Kaley out of my mind and refocus on the professor, who was incredibly attractive. He was only forty-two years old and had an alluring appearance, boasting numerous female admirers. I've had a good relationship with Murray: he's not only good-looking but teaches well and maintains order without seeming strict. His kindness made him my favorite professor. Yet the man's voice startled me when he scolded, "Miss Martin, the lesson had been going on for thirty minutes already. The principal instructed me very clearly that this type of behavior would not be tolerated this year. Now, I'm not entirely sure what prompted you to miss the start of the lesson..."

My cousin's taunts reduced the room to laughter, and even the professor chuckled. I became flustered, considering how Kaley had planned everything, forcing me to spend thirty minutes in the bathroom to get punished. I felt overwhelmed, wishing to escape from the piercing eyes that scrutinized me. As the laughter subsided, Professor Murray continued, "Miss Martin, as I was saying, this year tardiness and small acts of disrespect will not be accepted. Therefore, come to my office after the lesson, and we will discuss your punishment."

"Yes, sir." I murmured, fighting back the imminent tears and lowering my head to hide my embarrassment.

Without a doubt, I was mortified not only for public humiliation but for the unspoken arousal I'd experienced during the ordeal.

"She's a sorceress," I muttered to myself, considering my cousin's cunning plan to get me into trouble.

"And why am I so turned on?" I questioned myself, feeling my pussy grow wet.

As Professor Murray continued his lecture on the Battle of the Alamo, I tried to focus but failed miserably as I noticed a wet spot growing on my pants. I struggled over how to discretely dry off until, eventually, I apologized for the interruption and said my goodbyes to my classmates.

"Rose, can you show me the way to Murray's office?" I asked as I followed her out of the classroom.

When we arrived, the professor was seated comfortably on his desk, waiting for my arrival. Instruction began before I could speak, "Miss Martin, you've never been a model student but have always been respectful of the rules. Unfortunately, I can't bend any rules for you this time. You'll receive your punishment next Tuesday and Thursday. I sincerely regret having to make this decision," he informed me.

I looked into the professor's eyes hopelessly, but it was clear he would not change his mind. Despairingly, I said, "Yes, sir."

Rose had been waiting for me outside our class, but my expression stopped her from asking any questions. We continued to the cafeteria together. While I was at the front of the line, my cousin was standing a few feet behind me. She whispered in my ear:

• Get the pasta and the hamburger -

It never ceased to amaze me how my cousin always managed to disrupt my plans. I'd been thinking about getting a salad to try and lose weight, but now I was forced to get the burger—probably the most fattening option on the menu. With my cousin right behind me, I couldn't disobey and also had to endure Rose's disappointed gaze. For her, it seemed, I didn't care about getting back in shape. I finished my meal in silence and acted as if I didn't see the other girls from the team at my cousin's table, chatting happily with her and forgetting their captain who sat nearby. When I saw Chelsea glance at me, I wondered if they were laughing at me.

"Am I overthinking?" I asked myself, diverting my gaze from the girls and finishing the burger, which was the most dreaded dish in the cafeteria and only eaten by the boldest and heaviest guys who seemed unconcerned about the dripping fat on the plate.

After class, Rose told me to wait outside while she fetched a book she'd lent to a girl I didn't know. While I waited beside her BMW, glad to avoid being on the bus with her, I saw Kaley greet Chelsea with a kiss on the cheek. I considered hiding behind the car but instead remained standing.

• What are you doing here? - Kaley queried.
• I'm waiting for Rose who's bringing me home...Ma'am - I added hastily, seeing the look on Kaley's face.
• No need, the school bus is leaving soon. Go wait for me at your house -
• But Rose... - I stammered.
• I told you to go - she commanded.
• Yes Ma'am - I said weakly, hurrying towards the bus.

I got on it quickly, trying to distance myself from my cousin as much as possible. I sat in the back, resigned to taking the bus home. I was still depressed from that first day of school and eager to know what Kaley wanted to do at my house that she felt the need to lure me there. I forgot to send Rose a message to warn her I wouldn't be coming with her. When I got off the bus and reached my home, I saw my cousin's car in the driveway. There was no sign of Kaley, but my mother was in the kitchen, chatting with her.

• Here's Jen. Rose must've been driving slowly - my cousin said, caught off guard.
• She had to stop and buy something for her mom - I replied, trying to follow her story.
• Let's go to your room, Jen? We'll finish our assignment there. - Kaley suggested, entering my room and shuffling through a book of mine.
• Have you never knocked before entering a room? - I asked insultedly (sarcasm alert).
• No, but you should've learned by now - Kaley retorted, not looking away from the book.

Feeling increasingly shamed, I went out, closed the door, and knocked. After a minute, Kaley responded:

• Come in -

I entered and approached my cousin, who was sitting at my desk.

• Knock before entering a room, like a lady - Kaley instructed.

Incredulously, I went out, closed the door, and knocked before going back in.

• Take off my shoes - she demanded, as I stood before her.

I locked the door, crawled toward her feet, and removed her shoes as she'd ordered. When we finished our assignment, Kaley sent me away, but not before first making me kiss her feet. I wondered what my mother thought about the entire situation when she saw me kissing my cousin's feet, even with the knowledge that my mother concealed her true emotions well.

• Lie down: Kaley instructed, as soon as her stunning feet were released from her sandals.

I laid on my back, hesitant to inquire what she planned to do next. Before I could ask, Kaley placed her feet on my face. The sleek soles were surprisingly moist and I found myself involuntarily inhaling her scent, causing her to burst into laughter. Kaley switched on my computer and began browsing the internet while she wiped away the perspiration and foul odor from my face. When my cousin chuckled at a YouTube video, she trapped my nose between her large and second toes on her right foot, leaving me intoxicated by that captivating aroma. I believed the day was far from over.

Chapter 23: Home Sweet Home

Regardless of the numerous indignities I'd endured since surrendering my freedom, placing my life under my aunt's control, inadvertently into my cousin's hands, reducing me to the status of a human commodity, nothing could compare to the shame of acting as a footstool in my own home, in my own room which should be a safe haven for a female.

Whenever there's a guest staying in the house, one tries to make them feel comfortable and welcome as possible. Nevertheless, they understand that it's not their dwelling, and they must show respect towards others' possessions. Kaley, however, lacked respect for any of my things, and as she sat on me with sweaty feet on my face, she continued rifling through my desk drawers, messing up my books and notebooks, and tossing them onto the floor recklessly. I yearned to rise and shield my belongings from the harpy but didn't summon the courage and remained still, enduring the vexations inflicted by my cousin. At a certain point, Kaley nearly jump-started from her seat when she stumbled upon my secret diary.

• What on earth do we have here? - she exclaimed, lifting her foot for a second to present the diary she flaunted before my nose.

"No, no, please, don't let this happen," I thought, praying desperately to the known gods as I hoped my cousin would refrain from reading my diary.

Needless to say, my wishes were unheard and moments later, she inquired:

• What's the combination to open the lock? -

I refrained from telling her the combination, opting not to allow my cousin access to my innermost thoughts. Although I hadn't added any new entries in the diaries for almost half a year and she could not read my reflections on the emotions I harbored toward her mother or my reflections on the occurrences that disrupted my life that summer, there were things in the diary that would have embarrassed me.

• What is the combination? - my cousin demanded, flattening my face.

I refused to reveal it and when she noticed my defiance, I saw a wicked grin emerge on her face, signaling something dreadful was about to transpire. With one foot, she pressed my mouth shut, with the other, she pinched my nose shut, restricting my breathing. I struggled, but she overpowered me and held me immobile on the floor.

• So? Are you going to admit it? You won't breathe until you tell me the combinations - she said, looking down into my eyes and smirking, witnessing the fear in my eyes.

I didn't know how long I remained in that distressing position. I didn't wish to resist but my body had its limitations. My head started to spin and I braced myself for losing consciousness when I concluded that I'd relinquish. I swiftly blinked to advertise I'm ready to inform her.

• What? Have you surrendered? - she inquired.

Weakly, I nodded to be finally liberated.

• It's a sensible decision on your part - remarked my cousin. She, however, added wickedly - But I think you deserve an additional half minute without breathing, so you may learn not to act defiant against your Mistress -

I pleaded with my eyes, begging her for forgiveness and understanding that I would demonstrate no defiance again, but it proved to be futile. My eyesight became blurred and my ears ceased functioning effectively, I was on the verge of fainting when she finally withdrew her feet from my face. Oxygen saved me and I could again hear and see properly.

• So? - Kaley pressed, daring me to defy her again.

Still attempting to take breaths, I divulged the combination and immediately she positioned her feet on my face. How could I defy her? How could I muster the strength to resist when I've done nothing but endure her humiliation, my cousin who once occupied the eternal second, continually obscured by me?

This time, like before, I followed the orders and I started to smell eagerly her feet as she wiggled her toes near my nose. My cousin often chuckled and I questioned what she was reading and how she could expose me with the contents of the journal. Moments later, when Kaley began to read enthusiastically something that held her interest, I wished to faint to avoid listening to the unpleasant things I had scribed.

• Dear diary, today had been a taxing day. Matthew was so compassionate to assist me with the history task but when we had almost completed, he attempted to kiss me. I fled from his kiss, and I was sorry for the crestfallen look in his eyes; I told him I wasn't prepared for a relationship, and that he was simply a friend for me. He made no response, but I was convinced I saw tears in his eyes. I'd adore to reciprocate his affections, but even though he is quite handsome, I can't help but believe this isn't the right person. Will I ever discover my prince, dear diary? Will I ever encounter a man who will finally conquer my heart and make me shiver with emotion? And how will it be my princess charming? Each time I attempt to visualize him, I can't help but think of Professor Murray. He is ravishing, his voice has such depth, and his hands are so big; this morning as he handed me my task, I dreamt yet again how extraordinary it would be if his hand caressed me... -

Kaley carried on reading for some time and I grew more embarrassed to hear my innermost thoughts being read aloud by my greatest opponent.

"She is no longer my opponent, I'm merely a worm at her footsteps now" I reflected sadly, recalling the moments when me and my cousin competed against one another, ceaselessly.

At one point, Kaley stood up and I watched her stretch her legs and arms, and rub her behind.

• This chair is horribly uncomfortable. Get on all fours, servant, I need to make a phone call -

I gazed at her, uncomprehending why I had to be on all fours if she had to make a phone call. When Kaley sat on me as a human chair, I realized the reason. Whilst she used me as a chair, she commenced to converse on the phone with Chelsea, but I was too concerned with supporting her weight to follow the conversation. My arms were about to collapse, though Kaley had no concern for my fatigue.

Ultimately, after fifteen minutes of agony, my cousin hung up the phone and stood up from her human chair and I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. Kaley drew near her backpack that had been close to the door and, after more than a minute, she withdrew two ropes. I could not help but ponder where she had concealed them, and what she intended to do with them was not a mystery to me. In fact, it was no shock when she approached me and began to secure my wrists, fastening my arms behind my back. When the ropes were constricting so tightly that they essentially stopped my blood flow, Kaley pulled my hair and commanded me to crawl to the foot of my bed. My cousin grabbed the second, considerably longer rope, and she made a series of complex knots, tying me at the foot of my bed with the rope that was encircling my waist, restricting my every move. At that point, I could not help but curse the Scouts for teaching my cousin those nodes so intricate that I probably wouldn't have been able to free myself even if I could use my hands. Kaley affirmed, once more, that I could not move, then she threw herself upon my bed.

• Lick my feet, servant - she said without looking at me, intent on her phone.

Extremely degraded to be treated this way in my own home, I started to lick the feet of my cousin, who were only a few centimeters from my face. The pleasant taste of her foot sweat was marginally comforting and for a moment my mind escaped the distress of being secured in that way. I committed myself to her soft soles, particularly to the balls of her feet and her heels, which I began to suck, wiping away all the sweat. Licking the feet of someone else is a humiliating act, but enduring it completely overlooked is far worse. As often, my pussy responded immediately to that degradation and my pants were moist again as in the morning. [#]

Increasingly eager, I upped my pace and began licking my cousin's soles like a dog, covering them with my saliva which dripped copiously onto the bed. I attempted to lick the droplets sliding down her feet before they hit the bed, but it was difficult to keep up with the rate at which they fell. Kaley giggled from time to time, but it wasn't clear whether it was because of my actions or not. In the end, I decided to ignore her giggles and focus solely on pleasing her, my Mistress.

My arms had been asleep for a prolonged period, and the ropes chafing on my wrists were painful. Despite this, I remained silent, knowing that Kaley would continue tying me even if I asked for her to undo the restraints. She knew that I would still lick her feet regardless of the ropes, and also knew that my obsession with feet wouldn't let me disobey her. When I crawled between her toes, I heard the camera of Kaley's phone clicking persistently. I briefly met her gaze before looking back down at her feet, continuing to lick them as she took photos one after another.

"Suck my big toe," she commanded at some point, and I immediately complied.

As I sucked her big toe as if it were a lollipop, Kaley instructed me to keep my eyes on the camera. She continued taking photos, and I kept my gaze locked on the lens of her phone as I sucked the other toes. After five minutes, Kaley returned her attention to her phone, and after eyeing me for a moment, she said:

"You know what? I'm not sure. I'm unsure which photo you must use as your Facebook profile picture."

Her words terrified me, and I looked at her fearfully. Kaley smiled and clearly enjoyed my discomfort. Pleading with her to spare me did not seem to be helping, so I began kissing her feet frantically, pleading for her not to ruin my life by publishing those humiliating photos.

"Okay," she finally said. "You're free to shape your own destiny if you go to my car to fetch an envelope I forgot in the trunk...but you have to do it naked."

The idea of walking naked in public horrified me. "Going out naked? Is she out of her mind?" I thought to myself, imagining the potential consequences of being caught walking around without clothes. Although I didn't like the idea, I knew that it was my only option, so I prepared a response.

Kaley chuckled at my expression, apparently finding my situation amusing. Just as I was about to voice my agreement, she added:

"Oh, I almost forgot. If you go naked to the car, you have to use the photo where your face is covered in Nutella as your profile picture."

I looked at her despairingly, then resigned to suffering some form of public humiliation, I answered her.

Chapter 24: Special mission

I checked carefully down the hallway for my mother before stepping out of my room, making sure she wasn't nearby. Hearing no noise, I exited swiftly and Kaley closed the door behind me, leaving me no other option but to continue on. As I walked slowly down the stairs, taking care to avoid the creaky step that might give me away, I dreaded what would happen if my mother found me in the act of licking Kaley's feet. Fortunately, she was not working that day, making it slightly easier for me to avoid her.

A sudden noise made me jump, and I realized my mom was approaching me. With no time to spare, I quickly dove to the ground and hid behind the couch, hoping she wouldn't stop to watch TV in the living room. The footsteps got louder and louder, and my hopes sank when I heard my mom switch on the TV and come closer to the sofa. I hurriedly slipped around the couch, narrowly escaping being seen. However, things were still tricky because the door was obviously visible from my mom's vantage point. Frustrated, I stayed motionless on the floor, my heart racing and silently cursing my cousin for putting me in such a difficult and humiliating situation. When I answered her, I thought I could handle the assignment of sneaking into the laundry and stealing clothes without my mom noticing, but my cousin had anticipated my thoughts.

• Don't cheat, I can see my car from this window - she had said, her wicked smile giving away her threat.

I remembered that creepy smile and soon came to the realization that I had no choice but to go outside naked. I gulped and took a chance, peeking through the curtains. My mom was still on the couch, fidgeting with the remote, looking for something good to watch. She eventually yawned and turned off the TV, preparing to head upstairs. I waited for a few moments, then sneaked past her and made a beeline towards the front door. Thankfully, the high fence blocked any view from the neighbors' houses, so I could run out naked without being seen. But the real challenge lay ahead - reaching Kaley's car parked across the street, near the old Mrs. Burnes' house - the home of a lonely, cat-owning elderly woman. Just as I approached the gate, I had a fright when I saw my cousin watching me, her amused expression clear as day. After making sure nobody was peeking out of their windows, I rushed towards Kaley's vehicle. However, I had a mini-panic attack when I remembered I forgot the car keys.

I was in a frenzied mess, when I heard a beep; Kaley had opened the car using her remote control. Panicked, I grabbed the envelope from the trunk and made a mad dash for her house, praying that the neighbors hadn't caught a glimpse of me in my birthday suit. I reached my room and knocked, waiting for my cousin to open the door. When she finally did, I entered, glad to be safe... until I saw my cousin calmly lying on her bed, with a pack of crisps in her hand.

"I've earned this bag of crisps by putting up with your idiocy," she said, handing me a chip.

I couldn't believe she had used me like this, for something so trivial as a pack of chips.

• I could've taken them from the kitchen - I thought, thinking about the various terrible phrases I wanted to say.
• Are you right or not, slave? - she said, yanking my head towards her, forcing me to open my mouth.
• Yes, you're right, I'm pathetic, she's right - I thought heroically, as I desperately searched for another crisp. My cousin continued to giggle as she fed me like a dog.
• You're right again, I'm so pathetic, I'm embarrassed I used to be your rival - I said, struggling to hide my fury and sadness.

She squeezed my tongue, making me cry out.

• I'm right, aren't I, slave? - she quipped, before causing me even more insult. "I'm ashamed to think you were once my rival."
• "Oh Miss, I'm worthless!" I said, half-heartedly, my tongue caught between her fingers.
• You can call me 'Miss' when we're with others, but when it's just us, it's 'Mistress.' You need to realize you belong to me entirely. You're not just a person – you're my possession. Property can't have possessions. You're my slave, my thing. That's what you are now. Do you comprehend, slave? -

Watching my cousin weep, I began to understand the significance of the situation my aunt spoke about. Then, Kaley continued:

• The clothes you've removed earlier don't belong to you. They're mine. That computer on your desk isn't yours. It's mine. This comfy bed isn't yours. It's mine. This room and all Jennifer Martin once owned is now mine. You, dear cousin, are mine. Do you get it, slave? -
• "Yes, Mistress," I replied, my eyes tearing up, still with tongue trapped between her fingers.

Kaley locked eyes with me for a few seconds, confirming she'd broken whatever opposition remained in my heart, utterly dominating her arch-rival. "Now, slave," she commanded, forcing a finger into my mouth and yanking me closer to her feet, "kiss my feet and swear your allegiance to your Mistress."

On hands and knees, I kissed her feet frantically, desperate to find the right words to please her. After almost a minute, I sought her gaze and without stopping to kiss her soft soles, I yelped out:

• "I'm your humble servant. I'm all yours. My body is yours. My heart's yours. I'm a miserable worm. I'm unworthy to even share the same air as you, but I'll do anything to serve you, my gorgeous mistress. Humiliate me. Ignore me. Let me suffer any which way you want. Just please, let me make you happy, because you're the most important person in the world for me, and honor lies in prostrating at your feet, where I belong."

The sound of my cousin's laughter pulled me out of my trance, and I quickly continued kissing her toes. After two more minutes, she waved me off with the last potato chip and gave me her other foot, which I relished. We kept this up until the bag was empty. Kaley then removed her feet and stood up.

"It's time to go."

I crawled on all fours towards her shoes and carried them to her. As she put a shoe on each foot, she remarked:

• "You're such an obedient slave, rushing to follow my every command. Don't you see how easy life is when you just give in?"

"Yes, Mistress," I muttered, kissing the foot she had just shod.

Kaley collected her overnight bag. "Floaties," she said, looking around the room, then intently at me. "You forgot something."

I stopped dead in my tracks, knowing what was to come. "Mistress...?"

"Fetish," she motioned, snapping her fingers, "get on the floor."

Without thinking, I got on all fours, waiting for direction. My cousin sat down on my back, continuously fiddling with her phone.

• "Facebook password?" she asked.

Confused, I went over the events of the past month. Being forced to be naked tantalized me, and it was very likely that the mission Kaley referred to had indeed excited me. "So...your reward isn't sexual?"

I searched her gaze questingly, watching for her next move. "Oh, very astute."

With that, Kaley ordered me into the corner. In exasperation, I complied, thankful only that she hadn't lavished more praise on me yet. Persisting, she drew out her phone and texted someone, managing a toothy smile the entire time. To my surprise, she slid off my back and took my arm.

"From now on, I want you to lead the 'Toilet Parade' whenever we're out in public. Make it a regular thing."

Trembling with excitement, I asked, "Toilet parade?"

• "A little game," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Then, she commanded, "Get back on the stool and face the corner."

To my relief, she took her phone and we left the room. When it became clear we were leaving the house, I spread my legs slightly for balance. She seemed satisfied with my performance and placed her cell phone into her shirt pocket. We walked in silence for some time. "You're quite a good slave," she said, her tone mellowing as she glanced over her shoulder. "Surprised it took this long, actually."

• "I guess so," I murmured.

I knelt in front of the stool, my upper-body stretched out across it. I tensed with anticipation, reliving the stimulating experience I shared with Kaley last month, when she had fondly caressed my prostrate. Would this be as degrading? I eagerly wondered.

She started talking about unrelated things to break the silence before she finally turned to me, almost conspiratorially – "Ready?"

In that moment, I recalled what my reward was and surrendered my password to my cousin, convinced that my profile picture would be an embarrassing fiasco.

"Oh yeah," Kaley said happily after a short pause, then added, "I'm excited to read the comments, though it'd be even funnier with the other photos."

As my cousin finally left me, I thought, "Will you kiss me goodbye?" She joked, still amused.

I bent down and kissed her beautiful feet again, then my cousin left slamming the door but I could still hear her laughter. Spent, I lay in my bed, where Kaley had recently been, reflecting on the day's exhaustion as its end drew near.

"Will every day be this tiring? I won't make it through the year like this," I despaired, knowing that it could only get worse.

Fearful of imagining how I'd tell Coach Nilsson the next day that the team captain had missed the start of training due to a stupid reprimand and would have to play the first game out of shape, I pulled out my phone and logged onto Facebook.

Indeed there were over ten notifications, and after taking a moment to gather my courage, I started reading the comments about my new profile picture.

Chapter 25: Closer and Closer

As I knew she would, Coach Nilsson was extremely angry, and it was indeed frightening to witness her losing control. Born in Sweden, Coach Nilsson had barely missed out on a bronze medal at the Olympics in her youth and, following that disappointment, she had dedicated her life to soccer. Since she'd been teaching at our school, she'd rarely had a top team, but this year there was serious potential for winning the championship.

Eventually her fury subsided and she urged me to see Professor Murray in an attempt to alter the timing of my punishment so it wouldn't clash with practices. Professor Murray didn't budge, and I was impressed that he remained unshaken by the immense woman who could easily snap him in two. Although she didn't say anything about my weight, her dissatisfaction was obvious.

Having promised myself to train harder than ever before to attain top form before our upcoming game, Coach Nilsson advised me to practice even at night if necessary. She didn't mince words about my weight, and I appreciated her mixed feelings of disappointment and trust.

Just like the day before, the team gathered around Kaley's table, ignoring their captain completely, and I couldn't fathom the reason. Only Simona chose to join me and Rose, and while I was grateful for her company, I couldn't help but feel like I was a substitute. Standing tall and with massive muscles, Simona had dark skin and long, curly, black hair, making her very pretty. However, I'd never seen her with a boy, and she struggled with the pressure of public performance on the pitch.

She always gave her best during practice and was one of the best performers but never became a first-choice player because she frequently lost sight of her responsibility, forcing me to display my top-notch abilities at goalkeeper, something they never want to do- they'd rather watch the game.

I continued eating, not daring to look at Kaley's table where my cousin and Chelsea were making jokes, causing the rest of the team to laugh. The players then went out to the field for the first practice of the year, but I walked dejectedly to Professor Murray's office to begin my punishment.

"Miss Martin, you're two minutes late," the professor remarked when he saw me.

"Excuse me, Professor," I answered, keeping my eyes down.

"It seems that punctuality isn't your strong suit. So, your punishment will be thirty minutes longer."

"Yes, sir," I said sadly, berating myself for being late once more.

So, I had an idea for something helpful during your punishment. Given how your friends love to scribble on desks and stick their gum on them, I think it's best you begin working right away -

As I was busy wiping down desks, trying to erase year-old messages and scrape off chewing gum, I could hear the shouts from the training ground outside the locked classroom, where I was assigned to labor as a servant. Removing gum is unpleasant work, even with gloves, and it made me think about the many gross jobs I'd been given in the last month.

I've never tried stripping gum from a desk before, let me tell you - it's no easy feat, and after nearly two hours, I still had half the room left to clean. When Professor Murray came by to inspect my work after my punishment, his disapproval was clear. "This isn't good enough, Miss Martin. On Thursday, you'll need to do much better and also finish this, in addition to other duties I'll give you. If at the end you're still not done, you'll need to come back the following week to complete it."

"Yes, Sir." I replied, knowing I couldn't miss practicum sessions and that I had to work overtime to satisfy Professor Murray.

"But which one is different - you or me?" I contemplated, doubtful whether my drastic change was my own fault or if the world around me had simply changed.

As they say, when you're happy and filled with energy and have the trust of others, everything is simpler. However, if you're feeling low and isolated, everything becomes more difficult. Last year, I was a cheerful girl surrounded by pals, a star in the school theater, and on top of that, the class's top achiever. That's why things were so different this year.

Match day arrived, and I woke up earlier than usual. Pacing around my room, I tried to calm my nerves, especially since I didn't want to disappoint my teammates and Coach Nilsson. I wished I could attend evening practices for training but always felt too exhausted to exercise once I got home. I also couldn't figure out why I was suddenly so drained - I had been an ordinary student before Kaley got bored with me and turned me into a slave.

Despite those dark thoughts, I was excited on game day. Coach Nilsson drove me there, but my mother would not join us as she was not a sports fan. She had rarely watched my games before due to work demands, and I knew she wouldn't come now that we were not close. During the drive, we were both silent. I was looking forward to seeing my goddess, Ma'am, hoping she would come watch me play. This seemed even more necessary when she hadn't been in touch since her visit two weeks ago.

I had hoped she hadn't forgotten me, and deliberated if she chose not to respond because she didn't want to bother me during the first week of school. Regardless, in my heart, I knew she still thought of me because there was no one else in my life like her - my beloved mistress. [END OF TEXT]

So, I thought about something beneficial for punishment. Seeing my friends leaving their mark on desks and stick gum made me think you better start working immediately. While tidying up the classroom, I heard the shouts from the training ground out the window, too far to see. It gets disgusting not just because of gloves but as I remove layers of gum, I realized how many humiliating experiences I've had in the past month.

I've never removed gum before, and it's surprisingly challenging. After almost 2 hours, I still had half the room left to clean. When Professor Murray came to check up, he was displeased with my work. "This isn't up to my standards, Miss Martin. On Thursday, you must improve and finish this, alongside other tasks. If not, you'll need to come back next week to complete it."

"Yes, sir." was all I said, still conscious of all the practices I couldn't miss.

"Is it you who's different or the world?" I wondered, questioning if my new state was my own fault or if the world around me mirrored my changes.

It's said happiness, power, and trust make things easier. In contrast, depression and loneliness complicate situations. Last year, I was universally adored, a star of the drama club, and earned top marks. This time, everything felt different.

Finally, the day of the big game arrived, so I woke up way earlier than usual. I walked around my room, hoping to ease my nerves. As captain, I wanted to impress my teammates and Coach Nilsson. I promised myself I'd work hard, but the long break from the team weighted on me. However, I was surprised when Kaley lost interest. Could the extra pounds be sapping my energy, making regular tasks more challenging?

While I was hopeful Ma'am would be there to cheer me at the match, she had been absent during my first week at school. I wanted to show her I could still perform, which made her proud.

Among the many changes in my life, a regular mom couldn't be replaced by Ma'am. I felt barely acknowledged by my birth mother; thus, she was never at my performances. The drive to the stadium was silent. Saddened, I yearned to spend more time with Ma'am, knowing she'd be proud even if I failed. Deep inside, I pined for her attention.

The girls had already gathered in the locker room as I walked in. I saw them surrounding Kaley, who was delivering a speech similar to what I'd been preparing all week. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. As the captain, it was my responsibility to pump the girls up before a game, praise them after a win, and console them after a loss. I was in a tricky situation, knowing that I couldn't stop Kaley—she was technically still one of my underlings, but we both knew who was in charge.

After Kaley finished her talk, she gave me a wicked grin and took her seat. As I approached the girls for my turn, I knew my words would be almost identical to what she'd just said. It was a confusing time for me, as the girls listened to my words in silence, which was vastly different from their enthusiasm when my cousin spoke. When I finished, Rose clapped her hands, and the others followed suit.

I was incredibly thankful for Rose's support that day. Despite never being chosen to replace me as the goalie, she still encouraged me. I wouldn't have expected that sort of support from someone who had just been overlooked for a spot on the team. The fact that Coach Nilsson chose me—knowing I was out of shape—demonstrated her faith in my abilities. I respected her decision, though I believe she didn't want to put the team at a disadvantage by leaving the captain on the bench.

As I put on my soccer uniform, I couldn't help but think about the imposing woman who was so formidable, yet her heart was so warm. She never permitted us to be around each other in the locker room, and I thought it was a clever move. This made us feel more accountable and resulted in an improvement in our play.

With the match starting soon, many of the girls left the room to greet their families or touch the grass to calm their nerves. Kaley and Chelsea were among them, discussing a specific strategy to dismantle the other team's defense. As I was about to leave the locker room, Aunt Emma appeared, unexpectedly. I froze upon seeing her and was interrupted when she locked the door and offered me a smile.

"I'm so glad to see you, Mistress," I said, hurriedly kissing her feet as she sat on her chair.

She didn't utter a word and let me adore her feet for nearly a minute. My Aunt Emma was wearing the stiletto sandals I'd cleaned with my tongue on my first day in Paris, and they appeared pristine.

"It seems someone misses their lovely Auntie," she said, patting my head.

"Yes, Mistress, I missed you so much," I replied, kissing her hand.

"Alright, enough," she said, stopping me from sucking on her hand. "You've a game to play, sweetheart. Now, forget that you're a superb goalkeeper and allow the opposing team to score multiple goals."

"WHAT?" I thought, bewildered and about to respond, but she silenced me by putting her hand over my mouth.

"Shh, this is an order. You must obey and let your Mistress handle the strategy, dear."

My eyes welled with tears as I gazed into her gorgeous green eyes. I nodded without hesitation. [Here's a quick outline of how you might rewrite that:

• Girls were all gathered in the locker room.
• Kaley was holding a speech similar to what I had planned for the week.
• I was shocked and confused since I'm the one tasked with motivating, supporting, and congratulating the team.
• Kaley finished and smiled evilly.
• I went up to the girls for my speech.
• Despite similarities with Kaley's speech, the girls were now bored and unresponsive.
• Rose "clapped" and made the others follow.
• I was so grateful for her encouragement.
• There was also a playmaker who might not have had much playing time but still helped me.
• Coach Nilsson selected me, knowing I was out of shape, and maybe didn't want her team on the field without me.
• Thought about Coach Emma, ​​a very imposing but also warm lady.
• Girls were starting to leave the locker room.
• Kaley and Chelsea discussed a way to score goals.
• Suddenly Aunt Emma entered the room and locked it.
• I instinctively knelt, kissed her feet.
• Her shoes were spotless sandals I'd cleaned during that trip to Paris.
• She smiled and patted my head.
• She said she missed me but also that I'm a superb goalie and should not try to improve today—let the other team score more goals.]

"Nice girl," my aunt remarked as she brushed my face with her left hand while still holding my mouth shut with her right. "You should listen to your Mistress's instructions without expecting anything in return. But I'm too kind, and I adore you too much, so I'll give you a prize -"

I caught a glimpse of her bringing her lips near my ear and she hushed, "Lose this contest and you'll gain the privilege to lick another part of my precious anatomy."

My thoughts immediately blurred and a thrill raced through my pussy, but my feelings were far from over. As my aunt's face drew closer and she softly kissed me on the lips, I realized I'd already lost.

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