Ch 16: The night is darkest just before the dawn
After nearly two hours of work, Charlotte's boots were really brilliant and I can not hide that I was particularly proud of that result, despite a part of me was repugnant to the fact that I had to lick the boots of that spoiled girl. Charlotte inspected my work without saying anything but I could see from her face that she was pleased. Pulling on the leash she made me go around the house, forcing me to show her all the rooms, including mine. I felt a great shame when she saw my cage. Charlotte laughed devilishly and forced me to get into it. Once inside, she took many pictures of me in that state and noticing the other images on the wall, she said:
- I think that these will be added to your collection. Probably when I will be back at my home, I will put one these on my bedside table to be able to always see how had fall down the great Victoria Thomas -
At lunch I was not allowed to eat so I was on all fours next to my temporary Mistress, watching her eat the food that I had prepared. In those weeks of slavery I had become quite good at cooking and one time even Megan was forced to admit that the lunch was delicious, sending me in ecstasy for having satisfied my Mistress.
Charlotte continued to eat with elegance, like a noblewoman, as slowly as possible to make that time a real agony for me. My mouth was watering and I thought that I was no different from a dog who sees its master eat.
Just like a dog, she treated me for the rest of the afternoon that I spent barking and running after an old tennis ball that she had brought with her from home. When I brought back it to her, Charlotte patted my head and looking me straight in the eyes, while I was still with the ball in her mouth, she said:
- I knew you would like it, this is the favorite of Baxter. Maybe you should meet him once -
Then she took the ball from my mouth and she threw it away while I ran to bring it back to my Mistress, more and more humiliated and disgusted with myself for playing with the favorite toy of the dog of Charlotte that meanwhile was filming my humiliation with her phone.
While I put again the old ball in my mouth, I could not help but wonder what my father would think of me if he had seen me now, naked, collared, treated like a dog in my own home from that spoiled girl that he himself could not stand. I wondered what my mother would think of her daughter that had allowed Megan to throw in the trash all her things, her daughter that had give to Megan all her goods and Thomas Manor that had been of our family ever since its foundation. I wondered what would have thought my mother to see her only daughter become the obedient slave of that girl who had spent so much time in her house and that she had treated so well.
A memory surfaced in my mind, it was the first time that Megan dined with us. Who knows how my parents would react in that moment if someone had said to them that one day during a dinner the place of their beloved daughter would not be sitting at the table like a normal person but on the floor, with her face under the feet of that young girl with black hair who ate peacefully with them, happy to have found a family for the first time in her life.
In the evening, I followed Charlotte in the master bedroom while she violently pulled on my leash. I stood on all fours while she changed for the night. Once again I felt my mouth watering as I saw for a moment her perfect breasts. Then Charlotte came up to me and squeezing my cheeks, she said:
- I heard that this little slave loves feet, so I thought that you might like what I have prepared for you -
After an entire day, Charlotte took off her leather boots and I can not deny that I waited that moment for a long time. I saw with amazement that she was not wearing socks and I did not dare to imagine how her feet were sore.
- It was painful, but I did it for you, to allow my slavegirl to be able to enjoy all of my foot sweat. Are not you happy? - She asked grabbing my nose with her toes and forcing me to nod.
- Hell! I can smell the stench from here. I just can not understand how can you resist but probably for an inferior being like you, the foot scent of a noble like me, it’s the best perfume in the world, is not it, slave? -
With my nose still trapped in her toes I replied giving a quick peck to her foot, making her laugh. The smell was really strong, probably the strongest I had ever smelled. The mix of sweat and leather was lethal and I feel overwhelmed by the scent pouring into my nostrils. Then suddenly, Charlotte took off her foot from my face and she went to the bedside of Megan where she took out the handcuffs that my best friend had put me only once. I wondered how she knew exactly where to find everything, but then I figured that Megan had given her all the information that she needed.
Charlotte chained my hands behind my back and she looped the leash at the foot of the bed so that it was impossible for me to move my head more than a few centimeters. She lay on the bed and her feet came soon to rest on my face.
- You know, I usually do a long hot bath before bed but I think this time I will make an exception and it will be your job to make me relax licking my feet clean - she said while she played with me, rubbing her soles for my whole face.
- I want you to breathe deeply, I want to hear the sound of Victoria Thomas sniffing my sweaty feet - she said, continuing to take pictures with her phone.
I sniffed her feet with increasing intensity, feeling more and more pleasure from the stench that would have disgusted a normal person and I did not pay attention to her laughter as I smelled voraciously in the middle of her toes.
The feet of Charlotte were small, five size, and really cared, like the rest of her body. Her toes were perfect and I loved especially the toe ring on the second toe of her right foot and the gold ankle bracelet that gave her a regal look. While her soft soles touched my face I could not help but think of Megan, how perfect and smooth her feet were, even though she had never used expensive creams and lotions, unlike Charlotte.
- Stop it, slave! - she said suddenly, putting one foot under my chin and pushing my head up to allow me to look at her face, careless of the leash that almost choked me - Do you see this tiny camera, slave? - she asked, showing me the little electronic device in her hand - It will record all night without stopping while you lick my feet and if tomorrow I were to find out that you fell asleep or you've stopped licking for just one second, you will suffer such a harsh punishment that you wished to die suffocated by my feet. Did you understand, worm? - She said kicking my face.
- Yes Mistress - I replied, finding uncomfortable to call her in that way.
- Start to lick - she ordered, placing the tiny camera on her bedside table, pointing the lens of the camera on me.
At the first lick I noticed that also the taste of her feet was much more intense than that of Megan or Jane, but I did not dare stop me and I passed my tongue all along her soles, from foot to foot. When she spreads her toes, I licked between them making her giggle.
- Go back to my soles, you're tickling me - she said and I hurried to obey, before hearing another order.
- Lick faster -
I increased the pace but this did not seem to be enough for Charlotte and she gave me a kick in the face by repeating:
- Faster, slave. Yeah, just like that. You'll have to lick my feet all night at this rate - she said while I was moving my tongue relentlessly licking like a dog.
It was a tough night, my legs fell asleep almost immediately and my knees were very sore. My tongue was exhausted, but I did not dare slow down even for a second, knowing that the micro camera would immediately captured my disobedience and it would have condemn me to a harsh punishment the next morning. With heavy eyes and stomach rumbling with hunger I continued to lick the feet of Charlotte and I could not but think how shortly before I had hoped that Megan would make me sleep in her room so that I could lick her feet at night, but I would not have imagined that what I thought was a dream just a few day ago, it would turn into such a nightmare.
In the morning Charlotte was very pleased to find me still busy licking her feet with fervor, despite my tongue was dry for a long time. She enjoyed the view for another half an hour before getting up and untie my leash. I fell on the floor exhausted, trying to get back the blood circulation in my legs while I still had the handcuffs. Charlotte laughed and put her foot on my head, saying:
- Slave, take a quick shower. I want you on your knees, here, in ten minutes. Do not delay, because we have to go out -
"Go out ?" I thought while she took off my handcuffs. I have not even tried to imagine where she wanted to take me. I was so exhausted, I just wanted to sleep and for the second time in two days I hoped to be able to sleep in a bed…I hoped to be free.
I was surprised when Charlotte appeared wearing tennis clothes. She smiled wickedly and she threw me some clothes, saying:
- Put on these clothes, we have a match to do -
We arrived at the country club in less than twenty minutes, and I could not help but hope that there were not many people around at that early time of Sunday morning. It was the first time I left the house since two weeks, but I would have done without. I was sure Charlotte would do anything to humiliate me publicly, although I was hoping that Megan had given her some instructions and who had forbidden her to reveal my real condition to others.
The man at the entrance was surprised to see me come back after such a long time, I also thought that many people had already noticed my absence in the weeks that followed the death of my parents. At that moment, however, I had other things to think. The collar on my neck was clearly visible and I thanked that it was a metal band that could be mistaken for a strange necklace, mistake that, obviously, it was not possible if I had worn a dog collar.
Charlotte led me toward the tennis court where we challenged each other in the past. There seemed to be no one around and that calmed me for a second. But Charlotte had not left anything to chance and her loyal group of friends were already waiting us in the tennis court. I was a fool to think that she would keep my humiliation just for herself. The girls laughed when they saw me and I wondered what they already knew.
Charlotte had already spread the photos and the videos she had taken? Her friends had already seen me licking her feet or acting like a dog?
I remained at a distance while Charlotte greeted warmly the girls inviting them to enjoy the show.
