Elly's Birthday Surprise

There they go again with their perfect faces, perfect hair, perfect bodies and perfect lives, I guess. It really makes my heart ache when I see them sauntering around without a care in the world to worry their pretty little heads. If you are wondering who I am talking about, then let me explain. Everyone knows how it works in high school; the various little groups that people often get split up into, whether you really want to or not. Well, somehow during the early days of school I found myself assimilated into the loser group. I guess it had something to do with the fact that I am actually quite clever and therefore a bit of a geek. I don't mind liking geeky stuff, but the territory also comes with certain ignorance towards me from the opposite sex.

Now, let me just confirm that I am indeed a girl and that boys don't seem to be interested in geeky little girls. By little, I mean that I am rather on the short side for my eighteen years of age. I'm not too bad looking, but I am nothing in comparison to the beauties standing before me. I'm not a lesbian, but I can appreciate beauty when I see it and these girls were truly beautiful.

We had referred to them as the bimbos for some time and I think this was more to do with jealousy on our part. I had talked to them on a few brief occasions and they were far from stupid and I could tell that they were really confident. Of course, it's easy being confident when you're absolutely stunning.

There were four of them in total and it was quite amazing how different each of them looked. First there was the total bitch who acted above everyone on the planet, even the other three. Her name was Keisha and she must have been mixed race as her skin had sort of a natural tan leaning towards a darker tone. Her brown hair framed her face and she stood at about a foot and a half taller than me, which wasn't anything to be proud of considering my size. To be honest, her body was perfect from what I had seen of it and she had breasts that I would die for. I noticed her humiliating a few of her fellow students on a number of occasions so I'd always tried to avoid her whenever possible.

Her second in command was Chelsea, also a bitch, but not on the same level as Keisha. She is slightly shorter than her friend and her skin is a bit lighter, but she also has a sort of natural tan. I guess it could be referred to as a sort of an exotic look. It contrasts nicely with her blue eyes and brown highlighted hair. It's a shame that those looks are possessed by such horrible people, or perhaps it's having those looks that has made them so arrogant and ruthless, a most unlikely catch-22. Anyway, I had never really spoken to her as I just figured we wouldn't get along.

Having a British mother and an Indian father had done wonders for the third girl: Sarah. She possessed a curvaceous body and her father's genes had given her a very unique look, which all of the boys pined over. Her cascading brown hair seemed to amplify her facial features and a lot of the girls in school were jealous of how voluminous it always was. She was also the nicest of their group and she didn't have much of an attitude, mostly because she was so beautiful that she didn't need to act horrible to get her way. Her clothing of choice was always a tight top, very short skirt and high heels which showed off her body at all times.

Finally, was Kelly. She was the quiet one of the bunch and also the best looking. She was the only white one of the group, although she obviously liked to sunbathe as her tanned skin made her fit in well with the others. She was a brunette, but I had seen her with blonde hair on a few occasions and both suited her to be completely honest. Her eyes were hazel in colour and she stood a fair bit taller than me, so whenever we bumped into each other she always had to look downwards.

At the start of high school, she was a fairly nice girl, but once she had started to hang around with the others we all noticed a change in her attitude. She wasn't anything like Keisha or Chelsea, but she didn't hide the fact that she knew she was sexy and she always looked down on me and my friends.

It is strange but Kelly actually lives in my street and we used to be friends when we were younger. As we grew up she developed quicker and more favourably than me and we slowly drifted apart. My passions didn't really interest her either, although she did often ask for help with her homework when we were younger, but now she didn't bother. Even though we lived so close we never spoke as we just had nothing in common. She is beautiful and glamorous, whereas I am plain and nerdy.

So, it was completely surprising when one day in school Keisha approached me out of the blue and asked me if I'd like to come to Kelly's surprise 18th birthday party. I felt my face redden when she approached as I was not used to people talking to me and my immediate reaction was to reject her. That was until she informed me that all of my friends would be going,

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being only three. My friends were Jenny, Emma and Bethany. They were nice girls but all of them were quite plain looking apart from Bethany, who wasn't really blessed in the looks department, poor girl.

I was a bit suspicious with Keisha's offer as I saw no reason why I would be invited. However, I had noticed that my friends had been hanging around the bimbos a lot recently, even though they always treated them like shit. Perhaps if I went to the party I would get to hang around with them too and therefore become popular through association. I wouldn't mind being on the end of occasionally hurtful remarks from them if it meant that a few boys showed an interest. I decided that I would go.

Keisha informed me that the party would be at Kelly's house as they had already run it by her mother. Apparently, her mother had agreed to go visit her sister for a few days so that Kelly could party and have a good time. This seemed pretty nice of her mother, but I remembered that she was always pleasant with me so it was probably true.

The day of the party arrived and upon setting foot outside Kelly's house, I noticed that there was a note on the door. It said that everyone was hiding inside ready to surprise Kelly, so I should bring the note inside and lock the door, then find somewhere to hide in the living room. I took the note and followed the instructions, then made my way through the door into the room.

As soon as I entered Kelly's living room I knew that something was not right. I hadn't been lied to, my friends were at the party but they were all kneeling on the floor, each one next to a different girl and no one was hiding at all. Jenny was kneeling beside Keisha who was sitting comfortably on a chair. To her right, Chelsea and Sarah were sitting on the sofa, with Emily and Bethany kneeling at their feet. Jenny and Emma were sitting facing away from the girls, whereas Bethany was kneeling right in front of Sarah facing towards her.

All three of my friends had their eyes directed towards the floor and I quickly realised that Sarah had her bare feet resting in Bethany's lap. I also noticed that Chelsea was casually running her fingers through Emma's hair, grasping it between them and playing with it absent-mindedly. It all looked very weird to me, particularly as Emma was just sitting there not reacting at all. Meanwhile, Bethany was delicately rubbing Sarah's feet which distracted me from noticing that all of the seated girls were staring intently towards me.

There was a real tension in the air and I could feel myself struggling to cope with the situation. I had pictured the party to be a lot busier allowing me to just blend into the background. However, there were only six other girls there, half of which I knew really didn't like me. Also, the way in which my friends were acting was really freaking me out. It was as if they were all submissive to the bimbos. I knew that they'd been spending some time with them, but it had never crossed my mind that the bitches had been taking advantage of their eagerness to please.

"Well, it looks like Kelly's present has arrived," said Keisha, breaking the silence while grinning from ear to ear.

Her words confused me as I hadn't bothered to bring a present and I really didn't know what she was talking about. Also, Kelly was nowhere in sight which was strange since it was her party. The obvious giggling of the two sat on the sofa didn't make me feel any better either. None of my friends bothered to react to what Keisha had said and I didn't take this as a good sign.

I was startled from my daydream when Chelsea casually snapped her fingers, resulting in an immediate response from Emma. I watched in astonishment as my friend turned around on her knees, removed Chelsea's shoes and began kneading the soles of her feet.

Chelsea couldn't stop herself from grinning as she nestled back into the sofa while Emma was forced to rub her sweaty feet. "Hmmm, that feels nice, good girl," she said while closing her eyes and obviously enjoying Emma's fingers as they worked away.

I really couldn't stand that bitch and she had such an arrogant look on her face that I wanted so much to wipe off. Here was my good friend belittling herself for her satisfaction. It wasn't that she had her kneeling rubbing her feet that bothered me, it was the humiliating way in which she had just snapped her fingers and Emma obeyed immediately. This confused me; it seemed as if she had been trained by Chelsea. I decided that I didn't care who was there, I had to say something.

"Emma! Why are you letting her boss you around?" I heard myself shouting and I was quite pleasantly surprised that I had found the courage to speak up. I may not have been the largest or most assertive of girls, but I had no intention of watching my friends being treated like shit.

"Go on, doggy, tell her," said Chelsea in a snotty tone.

"Because it is my job to make sure that Miss Chelsea is always comfortable, it is what she deserves and I am happy to please her," explained Emma, which made absolutely no sense to me.

I stood glued to the spot, repeatedly attempting to say something but not being able to find the words. Meanwhile, Chelsea stared straight at me enjoying my anxiety, and the sight before me wasn't helping me regain any composure. Sarah and Chelsea were sitting comfortably while my two friends were kneeling massaging their feet like a couple of servants.

"Emma, I don't understand what's going on," I muttered.

Chelsea casually lifted her one foot from Emma's hands and placed it on her shoulder, resting it comfortably and allowing her toes to fall against her cheek. It surprised me further when Emma just let her do it, because I doubted her feet smelled particularly nice.

"Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough," continued Chelsea. "Why don't you just save us all the hassle and get on your knees with the other losers?"

That was it! I decided, there and then, that I was going to teach her a lesson. I wasn't much of a fighter but I was fired up and that bitch deserved it! I raced across the room towards the queen bitch with the full intention of slapping her across the face. However, what I wasn't expecting was for Jenny to put out a leg and trip me up. The lesson I was attempting to give Chelsea rapidly diminished when I came crashing to the floor, hitting my face on the leg of the sofa. I lay there motionless, completely dazed and confused.

While in my current state, Jenny had crawled over towards me, situating herself behind my head and grasping both of my wrists. I tried to struggle against her, but I was still a bit out of it and my attempts were half-hearted at best.

Chelsea didn't seem to be taking any chances though, as she casually kicked Emma in the side of the face. Emma nodded, then crawled over to me and wrapped her fingers around my ankles. I was now immobilised by two of my friends on the floor, in front of these three girls that I hated.

"Okay, start the licking now my little puppywuppy," said Sarah from the sofa, which sounded completely weird and random.

I looked over and gasped as I caught sight of Bethany cradling Sarah's feet and licking affectionately, starting at the heels and up the length of her soles. Sarah was sitting straight up with her legs bent at the knee and feet side by side in Bethany's face. She looked like a princess sat above a lowly servant and it suddenly dawned on me what Keisha had said earlier. I realised that I was in trouble and I found a renewed strength trying to free my hands from Jenny's grip. This proved to be meaningless as Chelsea simply tossed some of those furry handcuffs over towards us, and I soon found myself permanently restrained.

My anxiety quickly turned to fear as Jenny got up and placed a chair over my chest, completely immobilising me. This feeling only increased when I watched Chelsea rise from the sofa and elegantly sit down in the seat above me. From my viewpoint, she looked like a giant sat above me and I was terrified as I had no idea of her intention. This was revealed when she raised both of her feet and placed them harshly on my face. The smell was considerably strong and I was confused how Emma had managed to say nothing about it earlier. I tried to shake my head to remove her feet, but it was no use.

"Lick my feet, you slave, come on!" Chelsea demanded, before trying to force her stinky toes into my mouth.

I was quite resistant and I managed to keep my lips closed and her toes could not get inside, no matter how hard she tried. A simple click of her fingers solved this problem for her, as Jenny leant over and began squeezing my nipples painfully through my shirt. I began crying from the pain and I would do anything for her to stop. So, I did the unthinkable, I opened my mouth and took Chelsea's toes into my mouth and began sucking like my life depended on it. As far as I knew, it did.

While this was happening, Emma had picked up a video camera and was filming my ordeal. I feared that they were obviously trying to blackmail me into being their slave, but Jenny's efforts on my nipples were keeping me in line so I just lay there and accepted my fate. I didn't see any logical way that I could escape, I was restrained and outnumbered.

"That's the way, be a good girl and suck Chelsea's luscious toes.," I heard Chelsea whisper above me, although I couldn't see her face from under her feet.

"This is just the way things are supposed to be," added Keisha while prodding the side of my face with her toes. "You geeky little waste of space losers should be honoured that we're even letting you breathe the same air as us."

Satisfied with my humiliation, Chelsea jumped up from the seat only to be replaced by Keisha and the entire ordeal began once again. Keisha's feet actually smelled and tasted a lot worse than Chelsea's and I imagined that she had been planning this for a while.

Throughout the next hour or so, Keisha and Chelsea alternated on the seat and enjoyed my exertions on their smelly feet. I was completely humiliated the entire time and it didn't help that Emma filmed the whole thing, often getting close ups of my face while their toes were in my mouth. If the tape ever got out my life would be over. While all this was going on, Bethany did not move from Sarah's feet. Instead she remained licking her soles obediently, bringing soft giggles and moans as a soundtrack throughout my torture.

Finally, they tired of me and the chair was removed. Jenny placed a leash around my neck and completely ignored the tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe that my friends had betrayed me like they had. Of course, at this point I didn't even consider that the same thing had probably happened to them. Chelsea and Keisha just stood smiling down at me. They had all the material they needed to keep me in line.

Put it this way, by the time Kelly arrived at her party her present was ready and waiting. The excitement was clear in her eyes when she caught sight of me kneeling in the middle of the room, with the leash around my neck, handle in my mouth, hands cuffed together and a pink bow tied in my hair. What a complete joke I must have looked like to her.

Happy Birthday!!!! shouted Keisha, Chelsea and Sarah in unison while they all rushed over to hug the birthday girl. They each kissed Kelly separately on the cheek, while my three friends remained obedient, kneeling on the floor. Once the initial greetings had finished, Kelly walked over to me and stood lazily, cocking her head to one side and resting her hands on her hips. I looked down towards her feet to avoid eye contact. Her strappy shoes actually looked very nice, although I wouldn't ever wear anything like that.

I kept my eyes on the floor while she continued to look down at me. I felt utterly disgraced with what I had become in only a few hours. There was no way that I could look my former friend in the face. Worse still, I could think of no way out of this situation, they had me right where they wanted me. I assumed that they had done the same thing to each of my friends, as I could see no reason why anyone would willingly put themselves in our position.

"I can't believe you guys chose her to be mine, you know we used to be friends right?"

"Yes, of course, that's why we thought she would be perfect for you," replied Keisha while taking the leash handle from my mouth and handing it to Kelly. "Why don't you take her upstairs and try her out? I'll phone you later to see how you get on."

Kelly seemed to approve of the idea as she sharply tugged at my leash, which struck a splitting pain down the left side of my neck. I figured it was best to do as she wanted and follow her, so I climbed to my hands and knees and crawled behind her while looking down at her ankles. I kept my eyes on the heels throughout the journey through her house. Once we were in the bedroom, I found myself on my knees once again while Kelly sat in front of me on her bed. Now that we were alone, I thought that it was a good time to try to convince her to let me go.

"Kelly, why are you doing this to me? Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about this I promise," I said before being cut off when Kelly raised her free hand.

"That's right, you won't tell anyone. I know they have a video tape of you and if you mention this then that tape will get shown around. You better just get used to obeying whatever I say because from now on you are my slave," she replied.

"But why? What have I done to deserve this?" I whined.

She tugged upwards on the leash forcing my neck to crane at an awkward angle, which left my eyes looking straight at hers. Slowly she danced the fingers of her other hand along my chin, before grasping my cheeks between her fingertips.

"I'll explain it all to you while you kiss my feet," she said while pushing my head down towards her two feet. Her toenails were painted blue and they looked as if they had just had a pedicure. There was a gold toe ring on the second toe of her left foot which looked very expensive and even though I didn't like feet, I could admit that hers were quite pretty. Anyway, knowing that she could ruin me whenever she felt like it made me obey without hesitation. I crouched down, struggling against the leash, while planting soft kisses all over her feet and occasionally the straps of her shoes.

"Good girl. It's what I deserve, not what you deserve. I am a beautiful girl and it is my right to have someone like you as my slave. I am a Goddess and people like you should be grovelling at my feet, as you will do from now on. There's no point trying to resist as we have enough blackmail material on you already and it would be easier if you just accept things," she said while ripping my world apart.

Her use of the word blackmail really struck home with me and I began frantically licking her pretty toes hoping that she would be happy. I really had to think this situation through. I could go to my parents or even the police, but either way the tape would get out and my life would not be worth living. If it got around that there was a video of me licking girls' feet then I would never be able to show my face in public again. It made sense to appease her wishes.