How could I have done all those horrible things to her? How could I have taken advantage of my friend, her pain and her weaknesses to take everything away from her, houses, wealth and her very dignity, trampled on several times with violence just like I had done with her body?
Continuing to cry and wait for someone who could truly help my dear, sweet Victoria, I closed my eyes and thought back to how it all began, to that day when a monster was born inside me and ravenously attacked the person I loved most in the world.
Megan's Pov 2
I remembered that day well, Sister Mary came to my room to confirm the news that was shocking the city: Victoria's parents had died in a car accident. I remembered the fear that flowed through my body like the venom of a snake and I remembered the joy in hearing that Victoria was not in that cursed car. I remembered well the funeral attended by hundreds if not thousands of people, as if no one wanted to miss that event, as if it were a show where you could take pictures to post on social media to let others know that you were there, present. I remembered well those people who surrounded my Victoria, all anxious to let her know that they would be close to her and that they would help her in that difficult period. And where had they all gone just a few weeks later? Never rely on other people, this is what life had taught me, a word whispered in the ear is just air destined to be lost in the wind.
I knew what it meant to be alone in the world, I had felt it all my life, or at least until Victoria had welcomed me into hers. Now she was the one in difficulty and it was my duty to help her, to do what everyone else had promised to do, before disappearing like the cowards they were. They had been difficult weeks, Victoria did not want to leave the house and often refused to even set foot outside her room, her fortress of solitude. And then something unexpected happened.
Victoria was on her knees in front of me and she was begging me not to go to work, to stay with her and even to move to Thomas Manor. Had she really decided to skip college just to be near me? Was she really throwing her life away without thinking twice? And how could she beg me like that, kissing my boots like a miserable worm? Where had her dignity gone? But something moved inside me, seeing that girl so rich and powerful at my feet, begging me and asking for my help like a commoner before a king. Or a queen...
I decided to stay that time and I decided to live in that wonderful place, to finally be able to say goodbye to that orphanage that had never been my home. And then I was curious, I wanted to explore that side of Victoria that had emerged so suddenly before my eyes. My friend was a strong and determined girl, she was the head cheerleader and she knew how to boss other people around, although she had never been like that with me, in fact, thinking back, she had always let me do whatever I wanted, choose the movies to watch, the places to go or what dinner to have the chef serve. But now it was different, it was...too much. Victoria seemed to hang on every word I said, and do everything I said. I was curious to know her limits, to know all of a sudden why she seemed like a puppy ready to bring back my slippers. It was funny to watch her run back and forth during the move, after I had her fire all the servants and it was incredible what happened next. Not only did Victoria immediately agree to give me a foot massage, but at a certain point she even started kissing my feet! I didn't know what was happening to my friend, but one thing was certain and I could see it in her eyes, she loved my feet. I had read about people with a foot fetish, but I never would have believed that Victoria was one of them, but how else to explain what was happening? She certainly hadn't realized it, she was too naive and pure to have visited certain sites on the internet or to have searched for information on the strangest sexual fantasies. I wondered what I could have achieved with that new discovery and I had the answer immediately after, when my friend accepted too easily the idea of me taking her parents' room, the center of that kingdom that was Thomas Manor. But I was still not satisfied and so I decided to secretly watch her after pretending to have gone upstairs. Victoria had wasted no time and had thrown herself on the shoes that I had purposely left near the armchair and had started licking like a hungry dog. My best friend was licking my shoes and sucking my sweat off the socks that I had worn for three days, I almost couldn't believe my eyes and there, in that moment, that monster was born, the monster that had decided to chain that poor girl whose only crime had been to invite her friend into her house and then give in to a fantasy that she didn't even know she had.
And so I continued to exploit my friend's weaknesses, to play with her perversion, to give her one order after another and watch her sweat as she rushed to obey, her eyes increasingly fixed on my feet. And then Victoria fell, she had reached her limit but it meant something enormously different from what I thought. My friend had not gotten tired of me bossing her around, she had not yelled at me telling me to stop and who knows, maybe threatened to throw me out of her house. No, Victoria had sunk lower than I could ever have imagined and I only understood it when she was kneeling in front of me again in the pool, where I was sunbathing completely naked, and had lost all inhibitions, smelling and kissing my feet. My friend was confessing everything she was feeling, that uncontrollable desire to be at my feet, to be able to lick them even, even in exchange for her own freedom. And how could I stop at that moment? How could I refuse her offer to be my devoted slave? Victoria had always been my best friend, but at that moment, humbly prostrate in front of me and with her head under my foot, she seemed nothing more than a miserable worm. She was suffering, perhaps the death of her parents had upset her psyche beyond measure, I should have stopped and helped her, but how could I counteract that feeling I was experiencing? They say that power goes to the head and I more than anyone can only confirm it.
And so Victoria had become my slave in that strange and perverse game between two friends, but it was much more than that. Every new time I saw her on her knees, every time she called me Mistress, every time her face was used as my footrest, everything became more difficult...more real. How could I stop now? Victoria followed all my orders without protest, she hadn't said anything when I ordered her not to wear clothes in the house anymore, nor had she said anything when we went shopping and she had been forced to leave the house with my sweaty socks in her mouth. How could I give up all that? For the first time in my life I also had the dog I had always wanted and that obviously I couldn't have in an orphanage. And what a wonderful dog Victoria was, probably seeing her crawl towards me with my flip-flops in her mouth was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Victoria was mine, my toy, my puppy, my property...but something was still needed for everything to become "official".
I had been good at indulging my best friend's perversions, but until that moment I had managed to deny her the honor, as she would say, of licking my bare feet. That was to be the ultimate reward and Victoria had to earn it by doing something unthinkable, giving me everything she owned, her money, her real estate, her body and her mind. I wasn't sure my friend would go that far and I could only watch her with curiosity inside that law firm where my life could change forever. And then Victoria surprised me once again, she signed all the documents and in a few seconds I was rich beyond imagination and she, the "little princess" of the city, had lost everything and for what? To be able to lick my feet. And I would have her lick them, adore them, clean them from every dirt with her little tongue forever, because I would never get tired of seeing her on her knees, of seeing the powerful Victoria Thomas under my feet like a worm.
I remember how excited I was when I secured the collar around her neck, when I took her out for the first time with the leash. I had been waiting for that moment for days, since I had bought those things in a sex shop after leaving Victoria at the cinema, under the feet of her previous maid, Jane, who seemed as excited as I was to be able to command and humiliate the last heir of the Thomas dynasty. It was the first time I had set foot in a shop like that and it was not easy to ask for advice from the saleswoman who must have been used to the embarrassment of customers and knew how to make them feel at home. I had already planned to buy the collar, the leash was a suggestion from Melody, the young saleswoman who must have been only a few years older than me. And that was not the only thing the girl induced me to buy but it would still be some time before the heavy metal cage could make its triumphal entrance to Thomas Manor.
And then finally came that moment so long awaited for me and so dreamed of by Victoria, now free to clean my feet with her tongue. For her first time I didn't want her job to be too complex, but at the same time I knew that a pair of feet fresh out of the shower, clean and perfumed, wouldn't have been a fair "reward". So I walked barefoot throughout the house, with Victoria behind me, on all fours and on a leash like a dog, happy to be able to serve me once again, something that never seemed to tire her. I noticed the excitement in her eyes when she understood what I told her, that she could finally lick my feet, something that had been denied to her for all that time. But she deserved it, after everything she had done, after having sacrificed everything for me. When her tongue began to massage my soles I regretted for a moment that I had not exploited that great talent of hers from the beginning, but I knew that I had done well, I did not have to satisfy every perversion of my friend right away or she could soon get bored and who knows, maybe if she had been able to lick my feet from that day in the pool, maybe now I would not be the owner of Thomas Manor...
How much I loved that tongue, its moving up and down along my soles, its exploring every inch of the small wrinkles of my feet, its tireless darting between my toes which was definitely Victoria's favorite place, I could tell by her eyes, almost lost in that otherworldly ecstasy. My friend seemed born to be a footlicker, it's strange to say such a thing when I think about who she was and what status she had in society, but this did not change the fact that I had... that we had discovered Victoria Thomas's true place in the world. It was fun to give her one order after another, to play with her like you would with a puppy, to treat her like the most miserable of servants in what had been her home until a few days before. But there was nothing more satisfying than seeing her busy licking my soles non-stop, sweating and losing all her energy in order to clean my feet that I enjoyed dirtying right after, an endless circle, something I would never get tired of. Speaking of fatigue, I can't even say how much I loved seeing Victoria suffer for hours under my feet, while I relaxed and without a care in the world watched TV or read a book using my best friend's back as a footrest. The first few times I was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist for long, her arms were shaking but Victoria was tough, and she would never give in, she would never allow my feet, so divine for her, to fall to the floor when she had been given a very specific order. And so my friend suffered in silence and never dared to complain, not even when I crossed my legs at the ankle and all the weight of my legs fell on her neck. A part of me loved that situation madly, loved that Victoria suffered to allow me to be as comfortable as possible. I knew well how much she loved it when I used her face as a footrest and could have remained in that position for days and days, without eating or drinking, in fact her love for my feet was too much and having them on her face, being able to perceive with it every inch of my soles and smell that scent that she adored so much, was something irresistible for her.
I confess that I once even wondered if Victoria would kill for my feet, but I quickly dismissed that morbid idea, even though I was, and still am, quite certain of the answer. Once I had legal possession of Thomas Manor and Victoria's other properties, I couldn't wait to see the famous lake house I had always heard so much about. During our absence, I decided to make some major changes to Thomas Manor, curious to see how my friend and slave would react. Although I was eagerly awaiting our return to the city, I had a lot of fun during our little vacation, humiliating poor Victoria more and more, almost having her be my pony, making her clean my dirty feet on the lake shore. But there was one thing I was eager to try and I waited until I was in the shower with my little slave who at first only thought she had to help me soap myself up. When she realized what I wanted, I almost felt sorry for her, her eyes filled with tears. But I couldn't give in, I couldn't show weakness, Victoria was the weak one and in the end she would have obeyed even something that horrified her terribly.
"I won" this is what I thought while my old friend licked my asshole for the first time, falling lower and lower because maybe for the first time she was doing something that far surpassed her perversions, and only because I, her wonderful and powerful Mistress, had ordered it.
Feeling her tongue in such a delicate place was strange, but pleasant. I loved having reduced the powerful Victoria Thomas to be my asshole cleaner but I didn't forget that behind that weak and pathetic slave there was still my best friend, the sister I never had, and I knew that it was something that disgusted her enormously, so I decided that there wouldn't be a second time... if she had behaved at least.
But Victoria was an angel, she could make some real mistakes, but she didn't waste time and immediately ran to prostrate herself like a worm at my feet, begging me to forgive her. And how could I stay angry with her for long? I loved seeing her so desperate, with tears in her eyes, bowed so deeply that her face risked disappearing under the floor. Victoria was now so submissive to my will that she didn't dare protest even when she saw that her house had been turned upside down during our absence, and that so many of the things that tied her childhood memories to it were gone, lost forever. I will never forget the look on her face when she saw her new room for the first time, and the large cage inside. Victoria was devastated, annihilated, every little hope of being able to live a normal life despite everything was gone forever, she had finally understood what it meant to be someone else's property and that she could die behind those bars if only I had wanted it. But even that time she didn't say anything and continued to lick my feet like the dog she had become or maybe always was.
