Set about a year after the events of the main story and sixteen years before the epilogue, this tale shows us the beautiful Victoria Thomas now accostumed to her new life under the thumb of her bestfriend Megan. A new journey and ancients secrets will once again test Victoria, still trying to understand her place in the world.
Ch: 1
Summer was fast approaching but the morning air was still chilly, I felt my body shaking as I watched from the half-open window the city slowly awaken and I stood there, almost paralyzed for a few moments, watching in the street a young boy on a bicycle delivering newspapers, he could not have been more than twelve years old and, as normal at that age, no worries in his mind.
It was different for me, I was no longer a little girl and, above all, there were no longer my parents to shield me, protect me from the evil of the world, hugging and telling me that everything would be all right. I turned around and looked at some old photos on the wall of my gray and sad room. My parents were watching me with their usual smiles, they couldn't have imagined that their lives would be so short and that the fate of their precious daughter would be so tragic.
"But this life was chosen by me and only me, more than once" I said to myself, thinking back to the events of the last year, when everything had changed, when the old and noble Victoria Thomas had given way to that pathetic new girl who now could only live on memories of a past and happy time of love and wealth.
And where had it all gone? Love had melted like snow in the sun when I had been told of my parents's tragic demise and my family's wealth was now in the hands, or rather say feet, of my best friend. This time fate had nothing to do with it, it was myself who had given away everything I had, not only money and various real estate properties, but my very freedom and dignity.
My best friend, Megan Gilles, now owned everything, even my body and mind, and all thanks to my mad and incomprehensible love for her feet, which were so beautiful and noble that made that girl look like a Goddess come down to earth and who could now decide my life as she wished, with the mere snap of her fingers.
My gaze lingered on my cage, in the center of the room, the only furniture beyond the pictures on the wall, of what was once a room worthy of a Princess. I observed for a few moments the electronic lock, programmed to open automatically at 5 a.m. and thus allow me to leave the cage after a night spent often in the cold and in isolation. Inside, as always, there was only my pillow, which was nothing more than a pile of dirty socks that my Mistress kindly allowed me to use when I had behaved myself during the day. Megan knew very well that it was not a matter of comfort, she knew very well what her socks were worth to me and what I did with them in the middle of the night.
I had the strong temptation to re-enter the cage and dip my face into my Mistress's socks, but I knew it was late and Megan would soon be home, having finished her usual morning run. My gaze then rested on something new, which had been lying on the floor in my room for a few days, a letter addressed to me. I had read it many times, but I could not help but bend down on the floor to pick it up.
"Dear Victoria, I know that probably my name can only appear to you at first as one belonging to a stranger, but although we have never met, I think I know you very well from the stories of your wonderful mother, whom I have been fortunate enough to know for almost twenty years of my life. I was deeply shaken when I heard of her tragic passing, unfortunately many months late, having moved to Europe and having almost no contact with my hometown. It took me as many months to decide to write to you, it is never easy to make certain speeches and not sound trite. But I still wanted to show you my affection and give you my support if you should you need it. I would be so glad to finally meet you and who knows, maybe for just a moment I can see in you again my dear friend who has done so much for me. I hope you will accept what I have sent you with this letter and I hope to see you soon. Sincerely yours, Stella."
My eyes rested on the plane ticket Stella had sent me. I had studied it for so long that I knew it by heart in every detail. It was undated, but with a very specific destination: Italy.
I had been pondering for days what to do, to go or not to go? I did not know that woman, and neither did she know me, that girl my mother had described to her so well, no longer existed. Part of me was curious to meet such a close friend of my mother and it certainly would have been nice to visit Italy. Another part of me, on the other hand, was afraid to meet new people and live outside of that prison I had locked myself in.
But fortunately it was not my place to decide, it hadn't been for a long time, Megan was there for that, she was in charge and she was the one who would once again choose my destiny. Then, as if I had almost invoked her with my thoughts, I heard Megan's voice calling to me from downstairs.
- Dog, where are you? -
I wasted no time, I ran downstairs to the front door and just before I got there, I got on all fours and crawled down the hallway, toward the entrance where my Mistress was patiently waiting for me. And there she was, as beautiful as ever, with her long, gorgeous black hair pulled back into a ponytail, her forehead slightly beaded with sweat and her cheeks slightly flushed from the run she had just taken. Her amber eyes immediately glimpsed me and a wonderful smile appeared on her beautiful lips, she was always so happy to see me crawling on all fours toward her, a devoted dog welcoming her Mistress by wagging her tail.
That day Megan had chosen a white top that struggled to contain her beautiful breasts and black leggings that had no doubt attracted many stares during her morning run. When I was inches from my old best friend, I prostrated myself at her feet and waited.
After a few seconds, I felt the sole of her sneaker on my head, crushing my face into the ground. That was where I belonged, there was nothing that made me happier than to be prostrate under the feet of my Goddess, humble and submissive.
- Good morning dog, did you sleep well today? -
I knew well how to answer that question, at that moment I was not just a slave but a real pet.
- Woof woof - I barked and barked, triggering laughter from my Mistress who removed her foot from my head and grabbed one of my many leashes resting on a cabinet in the hall.
- Come on, let's go to the kitchen. I'm hungry and I'm pretty sweaty, it's starting to get hot out there - and so saying, Megan attached the leash to the collar that had been around my neck for more than a year now and led me down the hall.
What a sight we must have been, a brunette girl so pretty she could be on the front pages of fashion magazines and a blond girl, let me say also quite pretty, on her leash and completely naked. Yes, the rules hadn't changed in the last few months, I wasn't allowed to have clothes in the house, Megan always wanted to see her property without difficulty and she said that being naked also helped me to be more humble and she always reminded me that I was nothing more than a filthy creeping worm at the feet of her superiors. By now I didn't even pay attention to being naked anymore, but then again, where did you ever see a dog with clothes on?
When we entered the kitchen, Megan made herself a sandwich and an orange juice before sitting down at the table and snapping her fingers. I knew well what that gesture meant. Without wasting any time, I crawled under the table and with my mouth I began working to remove the sneakers from my Mistress's feet. It was not an easy thing to do but by now I had done it so many times that I succeeded in less than a minute. As soon as Megan's feet were free of their "prison", I was hit by the intense smell that I loved madly and that had turned the once beautiful and powerful Victoria Thomas into a pathetic dog with a dangling tongue, in ecstasy over her old best friend's feet. I began to sniff relentlessly at Megan's white socks, with no more inhibitions and not thinking for a second about my dignity, now gone, crushed under the soles of my owner.
