Experiencing Total Loss in a Female to Female Romance, Chapters 6-10

Experiencing Total Loss in a Female to Female Romance, Chapters 6-10

Chapter 6: A Restless Tongue

I kept licking Megan's flip-flops throughout the day, only stopping for dinner when my mistress showed up. Upon seeing me still lingering on her footwear, she burst into laughter. What a pathetic sight I must've been. I bowed before her, footwear still in my mouth, then I set them on the floor and kissed her feet. After that, I went back to my subservient position at her feet.

• Dinner's ready. Go prepare something for yourself. Once it's ready, join me here. -
• Yes, Mistress, - I replied, reverting back to human form after hours of crouching like a pet.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed me. I hurried up the stairs to put together my meal. When everything was prepared, I went back down and approached my mistress. We repeated the same ritual, except this time instead of putting her foot on my head, she removed it right away.

As a slave, I had no say in anything. As long as it pleased my mistress, I'd obey.

• Do you want to eat right now, or do you want to wait until I'm finished? - she asked, testing me.

I knew it was a trick question but had no choice but to comply.

• I'll wait until you finish, Mistress. -

Megan couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction with my response. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she indicated the floor beside her chair. I took my place, now finding myself under servitude.

• Dinner is ready, Mistress. -

The table was set for two, with the expectation that we'd both enjoy a meal. However, as I was about to settle down, Megan posed a question.

• Do you want to eat right now, or do you want to wait until I finish? -

Being a slave has its perks, but I can't make decisions.

• I'll wait until you finish, Mistress. -

Megan seemed amused by my unwavering devotion. She snapped her finger and I knelt beside her. I played it safe this time, positioning myself correctly. I glanced up, hoping for some sign of appreciation, but received none. Instead, she slapped me across the cheek, leaving me stunned.

• Is that how you're taught to kneel? -

Caught off-guard by the sudden act of violence, I hurried to correct my position.

• I'm so sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again. -

She said nothing, simply continued eating and ignored me. When she'd finished, she stood up and moved to the couch. I still remained on the ground, praying the pain would subside. Her casual dismissal of me was agonizing as I anticipated instructions that would never come. It seemed she didn't care about my discomfort as she settled in to watch TV for several hours.

The longer she sat there, the more I wept.

"But she used to be my friend," I thought. "Now, I'm no longer her friend...I'm her slave. She owns my body and can treat me however she sees fit."

The fact that she used to be my best friend didn't stop her from physicallly hurting me. The sting of the slap and the seat of her feet ground into my back left an indelible mark on my memory.

The TV show ended, and Megan left without another word, leaving me to continue my humiliating position on all fours. I lay there, silently sobbing, for the next half-hour.

Early the next morning, I went down to prepare breakfast. As the first light pushed through the windows, I heard the front door slam. In a matter of seconds, Megan appeared.

• Do you plan on angering me this early? - she asked me sternly.

Her tone clued me in. Once again, I knelt before her, kissing her sweat-covered sneakers as if my life depended on it.

• Please forgive me, Mistress. This morning, I'm still groggy. -

I felt the warmth of her feet through her sneakers as my lips pressed against the leather. This time, with a hint of laughter, she said:

• More like sleeping on the job. You're supposed to be licking my shoes. Maybe I should run some errands so you can catch a power nap! -

I quickly kissed her sneakers to avoid getting in trouble, worried about the possible consequences of being undisciplined.

"Willing to do whatever she wants, despite pain and humiliations" - This became my new normal.

Megan's shoes had loads of dirt on them, particularly the left one with traces of mud. I looked at her longingly, hoping she'd take pity on me, but she only smiled smugly. Frustrated, I extended my tongue and began licking her shoes, thoroughly cleaning them off. I worked away while she munched on breakfast, unconcerned.

Once I was done with the tops, Megan raised her left foot and to my dismay, it turned out I had to clean the soles too. I hesitated - what if the sole had been in contact with something diseased? However, Megan's disapproving look pushed me into doing it. She smashed the sole against my face and my tongue resumed its work, tasting dirt and mud. Megan finished breakfast by the time I had cleaned the soles.

As she inspected my handiwork, Megan remarked, "You're a great shoe-licker. I'm sure many women would pay for a guy like you to clean their shoes while shopping." I shuddered but felt a strange excitement in my stomach. Then Megan laughed, "We need to go shopping. Be ready in half an hour."

Panicked, I rushed to get ready.

Shortly, Megan was at the front door and remarked, "Here you are, I've been waiting for you." I greeted her feet and she smiled, saying, "Since you did a good job, you deserve a reward."

To my astonishment, she was hiding something behind her back. It was a pair of her used socks, whose smell assailed my senses the moment I caught a sniff. She added, "Keep your mouth shut or people might notice you with her dirty socks in your mouth."

I obediently did so, trailing after Megan as she led me around various shops. The thought of trotting about with her dirty socks in my mouth filled me with humiliation, but I submitted to my Mistress's will.

Recalling that stores were women's favorite pastimes, I'd often thought shopping was fun. Now, however, I carried all her purchases as she racked up a bill on my credit card. I was still Megan's servant, but now I was also her slave.

After several hours, Megan didn't take us back home like usual. She merely said, "I'm sure you're curious where we're going."

I nodded, bewildered. But Megan had a mischievous glint in her eye as she turned the wheel to drive. At first, she used to let me drive, but she said she wanted to test the car now.

Chapter 7: Who's the servant now?

I'd always enjoyed shopping, just like most women. In my home, there was always a Porsche Cayenne full of shopping bags, carried by my servants. I'd usually have Jane, a 25-year-old brunette with green eyes, accompanying me. Jane was my only confidante when my mother was away. We shared a lot of personal stuff and her advice about boys was invaluable. My father had disliked this closeness and warned me that I wasn't making friends with the servants. Obviously, this kicked off the end of our friendship.

Two hours into this shopping spree, Megan directed the car in a direction I didn't expect.

"You might be curious where we're going," she murmured, driving.

I nodded, astonished. Previously, she'd let me drive when she was in control, but now she had other plans.

"I loved my friendship with Jane," I thought. "Why'd she have to dismiss her when I most needed her?"

Megan stopped at a red light. After a while, a small package ended up in my lap. Megan grinned, "You should see what I have planned for you."

I opened it curiously, and my eyes widened at the sight of two padded rings.

Megan laughed, "These rings were made for me, and you're going to model them for me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, resigned to serving her in this manner.

Megan parked in front of a store. I watched her get off, my excitement growing.

"I'll wait for you outside," I said.

She nodded, and we both stepped out of the car. Megan entered the store, and I saw her choosing countless shoes of all types.

Five minutes later, she came out, walking towards a store where only female shoes were sold. I followed. On her return, she was carrying a pair of ballet shoes.

Baffled, I asked, "Shoes?"

"That's right," Megan replied, dropping the shoes on the floor. I bent down and helped her put on the shoes.

Then she handed me a piece of paper, "Please read this," she said, before handing an envelope to the shoe shop assistant.

After a brief discussion with the assistant, Megan turned around and native me, "You are now a female servant."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, my heart pounding.

Megan left the store, expecting me to follow, then stopped at a person looking somewhat like a valet.

"Here's the change I owe you and your salary," she said, handing him a hefty sum. He bowed and took the money. I could only watch helplessly as she thanked him and went off.

"Now you're mine, all mine," she said, holding my chin up and kissing me tenderly as she left. I cringed but soon blushed. I was now Megan's ring girl.

"You're so adorable when you keep quiet," she said. "Perhaps you should have my stinky socks in your mouth all day, every day. I think my little slave girl would adore that. Do you agree?" I was a little hurt by her words but they also turned me on.

We arrived at our location, and I soon realized we were going to watch a movie. Of course, it was Megan who picked the film. I couldn't argue, and even if I could, I wouldn't. The chosen movie was completely unfamiliar to me. I bought tickets and popcorn for Megan... my snack was already in my mouth. The screening room was empty, even for big films, there were rarely people at that time of the day. This wasn't a surprise. A few minutes before the movie began, someone else walked in. To my amazement, it was Jane. Megan invited her to sit next to us. Jane looked at me, and after a few seconds, she sat down next to Megan.

"Hi Jane, how are you?" asked Megan.

"Fine, but I'm about to be kicked out on the streets because of your friend," she said, staring at me with hatred.

"Maybe you can get your old job back," Megan replied, leaving me stunned. It was Megan who told me to fire all the servants.

"He's not even mentioned it," Jane continued. "I have my dignity, and I'll never work again for this whore," she said, her eyes filling with tears. If only I could tell her it wasn't my fault.

"But you won't have to work for her," Megan added, patting my head. I was shocked that Megan had revealed my new status, but afraid to upset her, I nodded quickly.

"Slave?" Jane asked in disbelief.

"No, and I can prove it," Megan replied, snapping her fingers. "Kneel down, slave, and kiss her feet," she commanded.

Resigned to being humiliated in front of one of my former servants, I got on my knees and started kissing Megan's feet. She was wearing ballet shoes, so I kissed her instep.

"Watch how the little princess falls," Jane exclaimed excitedly. She seemed to really enjoy my humiliation. In fact, a part of me was enjoying it too. I was wet.

"Kiss Jane's feet," Megan ordered me. And with a careless kick, Megan moved my face away with her shoe. Humiliated, I crawled like a worm to Jane's feet.

She was wearing black leather ankle boots, and when I started to kiss her left foot, she put her other boot on my head, squeezing it tightly.

"This is my dream come true," Jane said joyfully. "Do you know what your real place is? Who's the servant now? Answer me, slave," she demanded, removing her foot from my head.

"She can't speak," Megan said before me. "Show her, slave."

I opened my mouth and showed Jane what was inside. She laughed loudly.

"A reward?" Jane asked and turned to Megan. "You're pathetic," she said to me.

The movie had started, and I was again trapped under Jane's boots, kissing the feet of my former servant. Suddenly, I felt Megan get up and whisper something in Jane's ear. Loudly, Megan said, "Stay here with Jane, slave. We'll meet in the car when the movie ends. I forgot something." Without any time to react or respond, Jane slammed her boot down onto my head, squeezing me against the floor. When Megan was gone, Jane removed her foot from my head and tugged at my hair, forcing me to look at her.

"You're mine now," she said. Then she commanded me, "Remove my boots, slave."

As with Megan, I was powerless to object, and I wondered if my privileged background had hid my submissive nature. I carefully took off Jane's boots and discovered that she wasn't wearing socks. Her feet were well-groomed, and she had red polished toenails. I noticed that her second toe was unusually long, what they call a sign of leadership. I felt so insignificant compared to her. The smell of her feet was intoxicating, but it didn't stop me from sniffing them like a dog. Jane made me lie down on my back and rested her sweaty feet on my face. I was a footstool again, but this time, I was a footrest for my ex-servant. She vigorously rubbed her foot sweat onto my face. I regretted that I couldn't clean it with my tongue.

"What has become of me?" I thought. "I can't lick my former servant's feet?" While Jane crushed her toes into my face, I lost myself in her smell. My pussy was dripping.

This movie was horrendous, but the following three hours would be the best of my life, as Jane said, writhing in pleasure.

Chapter 8: A True Slave

The days seemed to zip by. It had only been ten days since I begged Megan to lick her feet, surrendering my heart and soul to her and becoming her possession. Ten days, but it felt like an eternity to me. I almost forgot what it was like to be free. I used to spend my time hanging out with friends, discussing gossip, fashion, and boys. Now, the rare occasions when I left the house, no boys bothered to check me out. And why should they? With my Mistress by my side, she was the only thing worth looking at. She was stunning, a goddess from the heavens, and anyone who didn't realize it was a fool. I was in the perfect position now, kneeling at her feet, subordinate to her. My previous desire was to find a man who would send my heart racing, with whom I'd spend the rest of my life. But now, all I dreamed of was pleasing her. Being a good slave and earning the privilege of licking her clean feet.

I used to be the most desired girl in town. High school boys would've done anything to go out with me. But lately, on the rare occasions I left the house, no one paid me a second glance. Why would they, with my Mistress looming over me? She was much more delectable than me. I was no match for her and it took me years to understand this. I was in the ideal spot now, at my Mistress feet. I had spent the majority of those ten days as a footstool, kneeling on all fours and letting her rest her feet on my back while she watched TV or read a book. Some days she let me have a little treat by allowing her bare feet to rest on my face while I lay on the floor. Each time I smelled her intoxicating scent through her toes.

One evening, I was lying under the table with my Mistress's feet resting on my face. While she ate dinner, Megan roughly rubbed her dirty, dusty feet on my face. The way she treated me like a doormat turned me on because I wasn't supposed to be seen. So, I slipped my hand between my legs and touched myself. Another kick to the face jolted me back to reality.

"What are you doing, little whore?" she asked, kicking me again. "From now on you're not allowed to cum without my permission. Did you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, giving her everything I had left. Before, I orgasmed whenever I wanted to, but now, I could no longer do so without her say-so.

"Do you know why, slave?" she taunted, staring down at me.

"Because you own me, this pussy," I replied.

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, pushing her big toe into me. In an instant, I experienced an immense amount of pleasure and I ended up passing out.

Since that night, my Mistress wouldn't let me cum and it made me even more obedient because I hoped I would feel her toes in me again if I was a good slave. One of my duties was to clean the house, and with Jane not due to return to work for another two weeks, I spent most of the day scrubbing floors, tidying her bathroom, and doing laundry while she lounged by the pool.

I was a little surprised when my Mistress mentioned that we had an appointment with a lawyer. I saw the quizzical look on my face, and she added, "Today is your chance to prove your devotion, to show that you are my obedient slave. If you behave well, as a reward, you can lick my bare feet for the first time."

Overjoyed, I fell on my knees and started kissing her feet constantly.

"Thank you, Mistress. I'll behave...I promise," I murmured between my kisses. "I'll prove to you that I'm a committed servant and I'll obey every single one of your commands." I continued to kiss her feet for more than ten minutes, even touching her hand with my lips.

In the lawyer's office, I was presented with a range of documents. Megan sat next to me and watched me carefully as I read the papers. These documents would allow Megan to claim everything I owned, including my two estates, my bank account, and me. This was a significant moment; if I signed these papers, I would be bound to Megan forever. I glanced at the gorgeous woman who had recently been my best friend. She smiled and signaled for me to look down at her feet. They were adorned with new high heels. With my assignment completed, I carried out my destiny. When I was done signing, I wasn't Victoria Thomas, a wealthy woman heir to a fortune, but Victoria Thomas, a woman who had given up everything—her money, her belongings, and even herself—to her friend, an orphan who now owned two large properties, millions of dollars, and a subservient slave girl who would obey any order Megan gave, a slave girl who would lick her feet for the rest of her life.

Surprised, I was shown another document by the lawyer. It stated that Megan would give me a loan of one hundred thousand dollars without interest, which I was supposed to return in three years. I couldn't comprehend why she was giving me money after she had taken it all. Seeing her smile, I realized she was giving me an opportunity for a new life should I change my mind in the future. If I could, I would have thanked her by licking her feet right then and there; her foot odor was like a tantalizing treat.

Chapter 9: The Reward, Finally?

The lawyer's office didn't elicit a response from Megan, which left me feeling slightly disheartened. I had expected some form of gratitude for the love and devotion I had given to her. But I reminded myself that I was her slave, expected to carry out her commands without expecting anything in return.

"As I wait for my reward, I wait for my prize, I wait to fulfill my obsession, something that keeps me awake at night and is now my recurring fantasy," I mused to myself as I followed Megan through the parking lot. I was tasked with opening the car's back door for her, and I anticipated that she would use her subleased Porsche less frequently.

"'Her Porsche,'" I amended my thoughts.

When she was seated in the car, I hesitated before closing the door. Instead, I fell to my knees and asked, "Mistress, am I a good slave?"

Megan gave me a close look, and her lips turned upwards in a dazzling smile. I felt an immense sense of joy at her approval. She extended her leg, and I began to kiss her foot ferociously.

"Thank you, Mistress. I'm so thankful for the opportunity to serve you well." I kissed the ground out of public view, feeling degraded.

Upon entering the house, I hurried to disrobe to please my Mistress's desire for me to be naked. I approached her, who was now on the couch, and bowed at her feet. Megan held her heeled shoe in her hand, so I crushed my face into it, groaning in pain. My tears flowed as she spoke:

"Why are you moaning? Isn't this what you wanted? Wasn't it your dream to be a pathetic, subservient dog at the feet of your best friend?"

"Yes, Mistress," I repeated meekly, not understanding why she was treating me so cruelly.

"What did you say? You're barely able to speak? You truly are a pathetic creature. Come on, bark for your Mistress!" she ordered, kicking my head to make me roll on the floor. I got on all fours and, with great difficulty to hold back my tears, barked. Megan burst into laughter at my degradation and noticed that, despite the humiliation, I was becoming aroused. She made me crawl around the living room, still barking. When she removed her shoes, she said, "Come here, little doggy, come to smell your Mistress's sweaty shoes." I crawled towards her and put my nose in the shoe she held out to me. The odor was strong, but it didn't deter me from sniffing Megan's foot. The memory of smelling many more feet in the future flashed through my head.

"My Miss is right, I'm just a weak little pup," I thought as I felt my pussy dripping. I couldn't help myself but to pleasure myself in front of my Mistress, so I shifted my position to rub my pussy along the floor. I figured she wouldn't notice since I was being so discreet.

• "You're just a dumb slut," she spat, kicking me harshly in the face with her bare foot. And when Megan saw the mess I'd made with my wet cunt on the floor, she exclaimed, "Look what you've done to my floor, you stupid bitch!" - Even in her anger, she managed to say the perfect insult to make me feel even more humiliated.

"This is her floor, this is her house now," I thought before being brought back to reality by a snap of her fingers.

• "Clean it," she said, pointing at the spot where my juices had leaked out.

I knew what she meant, so I stuck out my tongue and began diligently licking up the mess I'd made. It didn't taste great, but I couldn't disobey my Miss, so I continued to lick the floor like a good slave. When I had finished cleaning up, Megan got up from the couch and went upstairs.

She returned after a few minutes with a shopping bag that I didn't recognize, so I assumed she had been shopping while I was acting as a footrest for Jane.

• "Come here," she said, beckoning me with her finger.

As I approached her, still on all fours, she pulled out of the bag a thin metal collar. The sight of it made my heart race - it was the ultimate symbol of my slavery. Megan moved behind me and I felt the cold metal of the collar press against my throat. The sensation sent shivers down my spine. Megan fastened the lock, saying,

• "I'll keep this key so you don't even have to worry about it falling off. Get used to wearing it, slave," she grinned evilly.

"It's my collar now, and I'm her slave for the rest of my life," I realized.

This was my choice - I had given everything I had to her, begged my best friend to be her slave. There was no turning back. Our eyes met for a moment, and I could tell she knew.

Megan rifled through her bag and I heard a jingle, then she pulled out a metal leash to match my new collar. When I had my collar and leash on, she lunged forward and grabbed my leash, pulling me around the room several times. When we returned to the living room, Megan pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She cuffed my hands behind my back and placed me on an ottoman that was so old my parents had tried to get rid of it many times, but my dad wouldn't allow it. She looped the other end of the leash around the ottoman leg, making it almost impossible for me to move. My pussy started dripping again as I imagined what was about to happen. Megan plopped down onto the couch and raised her bare feet into the air a few inches from my face.

• "Slave," she said, "my feet are dirty. Clean them!" -

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked at Megan, who smirked at me.

Without hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and began cleaning her soles, savoring the mix of sweat and dirt. I worshipped them like precious gems as I moved my tongue up and down her feet. They were impossible to clean completely, but I did the best I could. When I finally finished cleaning her heels, I moved my tongue to her toes, loving the sensation of them in my mouth. Megan then lifted her soles and held them to my lips, much like she had her toes. She moved my head in and out between her toes, fuckign my mouth with her feet. When she was done with my feet, she lifted them back up and held them to my face again. My pussy was dripping with anticipation, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She placed her feet on the ottoman between my hands, holding them there. My tongue darted out and began to lick up her arches and between her toes. Megan moaned in pleasure, clinging to my head as I cleaned her soles. Completely consumed with pleasure, I licked the remaining sweat and dust from her soles. And this was my life now, kneeling with my tongue captured between my Mistress's toes.

Look at you now - Megan remarked out of nowhere - you're genuinely pitiful. I never anticipated this day would arrive when I'd own this massive home and bear witness to the powerful Victoria Thomas in the nude, licking my feet like a pet, a subservient slave who would ultimately obey each one of my commands at the mere flick of my fingers.

Your words only intensified my arousal, and I continued to lick her feet even more rapidly, using my tongue like a dog.

"Enjoy your reward, slave," Megan said. "I don't need to tell you if you could, you wouldn't have been capable of removing your tongue from my feet for even a second."

My Mistress was spot on. If I had the ability, I'd lick her feet for the rest of my life as the slave of my finest friend.

Chapter 10: Lake House

The lake edged nearer, dredging up recollections of my childhood. How many summers had I spent at this beautiful location? How often had I played tricks on my mother by hiding in the woods nearby? Typically, I'd leap out at her unexpectedly when she'd be scanning the trees for me. But there's a time that I'd slept while I was hiding. Once I came home, it was nighttime, and my mother was frantic. She'd called the police and alerted my father, who was away on business at the time. When she saw me, she embraced me fervently, but joy subsided swiftly. Just recalling it now evoked pain in my buttocks...I'd never been spanked like that!

"Slow down," Megan suddenly ordered, diverting my attention back to the road.

Her eyes had picked up the allure of this spot, and I could state with assurance that she wasn't indifferent to its charm. Even she was stirred!

I was astonished when Megan revealed to me we'd be spending three days at the lake house. She declared it was to see her latest acquisition. As always, I couldn't assist but ponder on the fact that she now owned all our family's belongings, including what once belonged to me.

When we arrived at the estate, we both rushed out of the car to stretch our legs after the lengthy journey. I hurried, kneeling at my Mistress' feet without losing any time, aiming to establish my subservience. I dedicated many kisses on her sneakers, and her giggle showed me she was delighted.

"Take off your clothes," Megan told me, pushing my face away with her foot. I hesitated at first.

It was true that within the borders of the estate and given the sparsely populous area, it was unbearably humiliating to be nude outdoors. A glance from my Mistress forced me to comply though. A few moments later, I was naked, wearing a metal collar connected to a leash.

"The previous time you crossed this threshold, you resembled a princess ascending to her palace," she said. "This time, you'll be nude, collared, and on a leash of your Mistress, like a dog."

Her words elicited an even greater excitement within me, and the impulse to self-stimulate was stronger than ever. I found myself crawling after her on all fours, dragging the leash, and we ventured inside the huge house. Megan paused, engrossed in the decor my father had carefully selected.

"Is there a stable here?" she inquired, inspecting a picture of her grandfather with a stunning stallion.

"Oh, yes, Mistress, but it's been years since the last time a horse was housed there," I responded, peeking up at her face from my lowly position.

"Why?" she asked, setting the back of her right sneaker on my chin to maintain my gaze.

"Once, my father was thrown from his horse, nearly incurring lifelong disability," I explained. "My parents were recently married, and my mother made a grave threat to leave him if he didn't divest himself of his horses. It was a difficult decision for him as horses were his passion, like his father and his grandfather before him. Yet his love for my mother was more overpowering."

After touring the house, Megan instructed me to show her the stables, and as I crawled along on all fours, pulling her with the leash, it wasn't effortless. She proceeded at a slow pace to make certain she didn't miss any detail of her newfound properties, and I believed she was also enjoying the view of my backside.

Despite no longer being used for years, the stables remained spotless. When Megan paused to check out a riding apparel belonging to my father, I observed with anxiety as she picked up a black riding crop. So rapidly, I was unable to prevent her from smacking my rear end with it. Even though it was agonizing, it was less brutal than I anticipated. Megan continued whacking me with the crop, erupting in laughter. After two minutes, Megan grabbed my father's riding hat and placed it on her head. Even though it was a touch too big for her, she didn't care.

"Remove my shoes and socks," she instructed me unexpectedly.

In quick haste, I complied with her instructions and took the opportunity to savor the sweat on her feet. Megan teased me a tad, as she hovered her toes above my face and shook her feet while I sniffed them.

"Wear your father's boots," she instructed, pointing to the boots. I questioned why she decided to take off her socks, until she provided an answer a few moments later. Megan removed the leash and informed me:

"Open your mouth."

As soon as I followed her directive, she slid one sock into my mouth, then stretched the other with her hands while sitting on me. She utilized the sock as a bridle.

"Get moving, slave," she instructed with a tap of her heels on my hips.

Megan led me out of the stables, but only after a few meters, I was utterly drained due to her immense weight on top of me. Megan carelessly beat me with the crop she still gripped in her left hand and held her sock-turned-bridle in her right. Despite my weakness, I continued on the preposterous trot.

"Stop, slave," she declared unexpectedly and dismounted. She added with frustration, "You're absolutely inept." I removed her boots and took them back to the stable.

"Walk like the dog you truly are and don't forget to take the leash," she instructed. She vanished as soon as I got rid of her boots.

It took me about twenty minutes to arrive at my Mistress on the lakeside. Arriving with sore knees and her socks still in my mouth, I discovered Megan cleansing her feet in the lake.

"It's so frigid! You should be thankful I declined to let you bathe, naked as you are," she exclaimed upon seeing me.

I endeavored to express my gratitude, but with her socks in my mouth, all that emerged was an indecipherable sound that amused her. Megan left the water and approached me.

"Oops - she said, examining her wet feet now covered in a mixture of sand and mud - It seems your servant girl is about to receive another bonus," she casually said, eying the mixture of sand and mud on her feet.

My vagina was dripping as I contemplated licking the dirt off her feet, regardless of having to lick the dirt. Megan clipped the leash back on and led me to the foot of a willow where she lay down. After turning off the leash, my Mistress took the socks out of my mouth, pets my head, and like an obedient canine, I began to lick her feet. I licked her soles ceaselessly, dissatisfied that I couldn't taste my Mistress's foot sweat but only the disgusting flavor of mud. Megan lounged as her ex-best friend cleaned her feet. After ten minutes, my Mistress's soles were indeed clean, and I administered oral sex to her toes, causing her to moan with delight. Megan was fastidious, ensuring that her feet were completely spotless by rubbing them all over my face as if I were a doormat.

"You forgot to retrieve my sneakers," she unexpectedly announced, removing the leash and detaching the foot cleaning.

I again made my way to the stables on all fours, damaging my palms and knees further. I thought for a brief moment that I could walk normally, but I knew I wouldn't disobey my Mistress's order. I retrieved her sneakers from the stables and headed back to my Mistress.

That evening, while I was lying beneath the table with my Mistress's feet on my face, I witnessed her finishing her dinner.

"I'm truly exhausted, a quick shower, and then off to bed," she announced once she had finished her meal.

Megan tugged on my leash and directed me into the bathroom, where I discovered with astonishment that I would be in charge of washing my Mistress. As I'd never seen Megan naked since I assumed the role of her humble slave, my pussy dripped at the notion of viewing her magnificent body once more. Upon seeing her naked, I dropped to my knees, bowing towards her, and began kissing her feet.

"Thank you, Mistress, for entrusting this pathetic slave with the duty of serving you," she addressed me humbly.

• Welcome, dear one - greeted the woman, patting my head with her foot.

We entered the shower and Megan motioned towards the corner.

• Kneel -

I assumed the position she'd asked for and watched as a stream of enjoyable warm water showered her. When Megan snapped her fingers, I began cleaning her incredible body, starting with her feet and continuing up to her legs. I then stood up, at her command, and used the sponge to wash her back, her shoulders, and - to my delight - her breasts. She snapped her fingers once more and I returned to the kneeling position. As her pussy hovered just a few centimeters from my face, I nearly climaxed. I carefully wiped her most private area before she turned to face me, exposing her rear.

• Put your hands behind your back and stick your tongue out - she instructed, catching me off guard.

I questioned myself, wondering why I needed to extend my tongue, but realized my mistake just before Megan instructed:

• Lick your Mistress' asshole like a good dog -

I couldn't quite believe what I was about to do. I reluctantly complied with her request and slid my tongue through her most intimate part, plastering my face against her cheeks. I heard her gentle laughter echo through the room as she relished in reducing the wealthy and influential Victoria Thomas to her lowly ass-licking slave.

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