Losing Everything F/f Epilogue

Ch 21: A new regime

- I think this is yours - Megan said, suddenly removing her foot from my head.

And I saw that there was my old metal collar between her hands.

- I found it in the mailbox, I do not know how have you been able to remove it, but it's time that it return to its place -

When the collar was closed again around my neck, I thought that my freedom was very short-lived, just two days that were anyway dismayed by the suffering and humiliation. I had found a friend and I had lost it, I was forced to do a blowjob to a guy for the first time in my life, I had eaten the food taken in the trash, I was almost raped in a town alley.

Life seemed to be pitiless to me, no longer seemed possible for Victoria Thomas have a normal life, to wake up in the morning excited or bored for the new day, to study or to work, go shopping with friends, have a date with a guy. Everything I did, it had brought me nothing but suffering or humiliation, and no matter how hard I tried, I was by now locked in limbo, lost in a nightmare.

A familiar tinkling warned me that Megan had pulled out my leash and with resignation I saw my former best friend attach it to my collar, thrilled to get back her dog.

- Does it not seem to you so natural to be naked, at my leash like a dog? I was right when I said that you are nothing but an animal, don't you think? - Megan asked chuckling diabolically, pulling the leash and forcing me to look at her face.

- Yes...Mistress - I said defeated, establishing her new dominion over me while tears streamed down from my face.

It had all been useless. My rebellion, that intense instant that seemed to have shown to me a strength that even I didn't know I had, it had proved a flash in the pan and that spark of hope that was born in my heart had totally gone out into that bank. I could not help but see the irony of fate, my great-grandfather had begun to make his fortune immediately after obtaining a loan from that bank that had believed in his projects and with that money he had built the great Thomas's dynasty. More than a century later, I, the last Thomas, had seen my last hope die in that bank in a day that had established the end of our glorious dynasty, marking the beginning of a new era, that of Megan Gilles.

My sad thoughts were interrupted when a foot of Megan leaned on my face, grabbing my nose with her toes.

- I know you have missed my feet so much in these days, haven't you, slave? - she asked.

I sniffed loudly and I could not help but thinking that I had really missed her wonderful feet. Megan seemed satisfied with my silent answer, and she laughed amused as she watched her slave to smell intensively her feet like a hunting dog. I kept sniffing while she spread her toes allowing me to put my nose in the middle of each of them. The smell was magnificent and at that moment I forgot all my problems, I forgot that I might no longer be a free woman, I forgot that I would have been her slave for the rest of my life.

I do not know how long I spent smelling relentlessly Megan's feet while she relaxed in the armchair, satisfied that she had put again her best friend in chains. Suddenly she pulled my leash while she pushed back my face with her feet, almost choking me.

- In recent months I have been good to you, I have been generous and I allowed you to fulfill your beastly needs giving to you the honor to be always at my feet. And how you thanked me for this? You ran away at the first opportunity, almost sending me to the hospital. No, time to be good is over. From now on these feet, that you love so much, will become your worst nightmare - and saying that, she got up from the armchair, continuing to pull hard on my leash.

- Lie down on the floor, on your back - she said.

"My nightmare?" I thought as I watched Megan walking in circles around me like a lioness ready to strike the blow against her prey, and wondering what she had in mind.

Then, suddenly, she went up with both feet on my stomach, keeping in balance with one hand on the wall, I screamed in pain as her weight took my breath away.

- Do you like my feet now, slave? - she said, walking slowly on my body, while I was writhing in pain and crying desperate - Don't you like them? - Megan asked once again, putting her right foot in my face and crushing my head against the floor, while the other foot was pressing on my sternum causing me an indescribable pain.

While Megan continued to trample my face with one foot, she wrapped the leash around her hand so that the collar began to choke me. I cried so much that her foot had to be by now soaked with my tears, but my cries of pain did not seem to do any effect to my cruel Mistress.

- Maybe a foot is not enough - Megan said mockingly, before putting also the other foot in my face and crushing my head with all her weight against the floor.

I do not know how my facial bones had not broken, I do not know how I made to endure the immense pain while Megan stepped on my face, laughing loudly, happy to severely punish the slave who had tried to rebel. The base of my skull, crushed without mercy against the floor, causing me a pain always stronger and I was about to faint when Megan finally got out of my face. The air went back into my lungs and slowly I recovered consciousness of my surroundings, having not been unable in the last minute to keep my eyes open and to hear my own moans of pain. My leash was pulled once again and I had to put myself laboriously on all fours.

- Come on, thanks your Mistress for having crushed you under her feet like a worm - Megan said giggling.

Exhausted, I crawled to her feet and I started to kiss them slowly.

- Thank you Mistress for having crushed me under your feet like a worm - I said weakly.

- You do not seem very convinced. And yet I thought it was your dream being used as my doormat -

- Thank you so much Mistress for having crushed me under your feet like a worm - I repeated smothering her feet in kisses.

Megan looked at me grovel at her feet for the other two minutes with a grin, then she said:

- You are welcome, slave. Seeing that you like so much being my doormat, maybe the next time I can use you while I'm wearing my high heels -

I turned pale at the thought of being trampled in that way that would have made my experience of today pleasant in comparison. Not wanting to give Megan an excuse to trample me with her high heel right there, I continued to kiss devoutly her feet which just few minutes ago had crushed me mercilessly.

- Do not think it's over here. Not only you ran away and you pushed me to the ground but you...you filthy worm...you also embarrass me in front of another person. Come on, let's go upstairs - Megan said pulling my leash and forcing me to follow her as I tried to imagine how she would punish me for having embarrassed her with Charlotte.

Since the moment I ran away, I had never thought about how Charlotte had reacted

once discovered that I had fled. Had she stayed in the bathtub, waiting for my return, until Megan had told her everything? Or had she started looking for me, disturbed by my delay or by the noise that had caused our conflict downstairs? I wondered if the two dominant girls had quarreled shortly after. I wonder if Megan was angry with Charlotte for what she had done to me, making me run away and causing her to lose her slave.

A sharp pain in my sternum forced me to come back to reality and I follow my Mistress walking on all fours like a dog, struggling against the pain of my wounded body.

Megan led me into the bathroom and I realized that my new punishment would be even worse than the previous one. She attached the leash to the sink faucet and she sat on the toilet bowl.

- It is because of this that you ran away the last time, isn't it? It's time that you learn to obey every orders, not only those which satisfied your pussy, you whore. You must understand that you have to obey an order not because it gives pleasure to you but because it give pleasure to your Mistress -

- But Mistress, please. Charlotte forced me to do something so degrad... -

- Shut up, slave - Megan interrupted me - I do not care nothing if for you an order is degrading or disgusting, if I command you to do something, you do it, immediately and without question. If I were to take you for a walk with the leash to the park and I ordered you to eat a dog shit that obstructs my way, you'll have to eat it with gusto, asking to have more. Do you understand, slave? - she asked, squeezing my cheeks vigorously.

- Yes Mistress - I said, hoping that those disgusting orders would never come.

- Now, just as you did the other time, I will put the toilet paper, dirty of my shit in your mouth and you will chew slowly -

Horrified, I was paralyzed while Megan pooped, filling the room with a horrible smell. I never thought that I would have redone something so degrading and inhumane, and I could not help but cry when my Mistress wiped her ass with the toilet paper.

- Come on slave, open your mouth and stick your tongue out - she said, smiling when I obeyed.

Megan put the dirty side of the sheets of toilet paper straight on my tongue and I had an immediate retching when I savored the awful taste.

- See not to throw up or you will wipe the floor with your tongue. Come on, be a good girl and chew thoroughly - she said making me close my mouth and laughing devilishly while I began to chew the toilet paper.

When she gave me permission to swallow, Megan said:

- And how do you say? -

I watched with tears in my eyes that girl as beautiful as cruel, then with a small voice I said:

- Can I have some more please? -

Megan patted my head and smiling she wiped again her ass again, while I was already with my mouth open.

Megan's revenge was not over yet and a new terrible surprise awaited me in her bedroom. When Megan showed me a strange metal belt, I did not understand what it was. Everything became clear to me when she said:

- I was too good with you in those recent months. I had always pretended not to see, hoping that you would have learned by yourself to respect my orders. But you have taken advantage of my clemency, and you have continued to disobey me, day after day. Do you really thought that I had never noticed that you touched yourself during the night and that you had an orgasm after another without my permission? Well, as I said before, those days are over -

I realized with horror that Megan was going to take away the only thing I had left, the only thing that had always been under my control in those two difficult months. I watched in horror the chastity belt that she held in her hands, another terrible symbol of my slavery. The belt had a band that wrapped my waist and a kind of protective shield that ran between my legs to cover my genitals and keep me from touching myself. The shield had also a small slot useful for the hygiene, which, as explained Megan, would have allowed my labia to breathe and would allow me to urinate.

- I'll keep this - Megan said showing me the key and then, with a devilish smile, she added - You'll have no more orgasms for a long, long time. It will be really nice to see you obey my orders more and more needy and to see you beg me for a small release. I do not imagine how will be difficult for you to smell and lick my feet knowing that you can not come like the slut that you're -

Her harsh words went deep into my soul and I realized that there was no hope for me. Although I had been forced to do horrible things, a part of me felt a great pleasure to be humiliated, to be the slave of my former best friend. Now that pleasure, that I could no more satisfy, it would be only an atrocious torture without end.

- Considering that you already had dinner, I guess now that you want to spend a little time alone to reflect - suddenly Megan said, after more than an hour that I had been her footstool while she was lying in bed, reading a book.

Before I could answer she got up and pulled my leash.

- Follow me, slave - she said.

My room had not changed in those two days I almost cried when I saw again my cage which seemed to be even more oppressive and uncomfortable to my eyes after the two nights spent in the sofa of Roxanne.

- As you can see I've already arranged it for you, I also made some additions - Megan said, pointing to the dirty clothes that would have been my pillow and several pairs of shoes that she had put inside to increase my humiliation.

- I want my shoes shine tomorrow - she said giggling before adding - I know it will be a pleasure for you... oops! I forgot that my little slave can no longer please herself - and laughing loudly she closed the door of my cage.

Ch 22: Morning run

The following days were very hard, Megan still did not seem to have forgiven my rebellion and the trampling became more and more frequent. Fortunately my Mistress trampled on me always barefoot and she did not follow up her threat to do so with high heels. I thought that after a while I would get used to it and that the pain would have been more bearable but I've never been so wrong in my life. Each session was an atrocious suffering and when my former best friend finally got down from my body, it was always sore and bruised.

I suppose I should call myself lucky also because Megan had not made me eat again the toilet paper, dirty of her excrements. She told me it was not healthy for me because of the bacteria and that she did not want to have a sick slave. She had no qualms instead to make me eat the sheets of toilet paper that she had used to wipe her pussy after urinating because she said that the urine was sterile and, although I had some doubt about this, I could not do anything but obey in silence to her orders and let her use me as a bath cans.

The nights were by now a real torture because I did not have even the possibility to touch myself, that was the only thing that distracted me from the discomfort of my cage. So while I spent the nights sniffing and sucking her socks or cleaning with my tongue the countless pairs of Megan's shoes, I could not satisfy my needs and touch my pussy which was more and more on fire. The chastity belt was undoubtedly the worst thing that Megan had made me during those months, and I would have begged her for hours and hours just to get rid of that infernal thing, but I knew that it would be useless, she would never have agreed.

Just like before my escape, the door of my cage automatically opened at 6:30 a.m. and I had to prepare the breakfast of my Mistress, before waking her devotedly licking her feet. When my tongue touched Megan's feet for the first time since my escape, I could not help but think that I was a fool to rebel, I loved those divine feet, and I would have done anything to continue to worship them day after day and it was right that I serve Megan as her slave for the privilege that she had given to me. As my tongue flicked in the middle of her toes I usually brought a hand between my legs encountering the insurmountable obstacle of the metal shield of my chastity belt and when Megan noticed that, she laughed devilishly and pushed her foot deeper into my mouth that was able to keep inside all of her toes together.

Jane would be out of town until the end of the month so cleaning the house was a burden which weighed all on me. It was true that Jane spent most of her time on the couch or sunbathing but for some strange reason, I lost a lot more time doing my chores without her bossing me around.

One afternoon, while Megan was busy reading a new book with her legs stretched out on my back, she said, without taking her eyes from the book, that I should clean her car, something I had never done. And so, while I was on all fours on the floor with the feet of my best friend on my back and a pair of her sweaty socks in my mouth, I began to think about how to clean a car and I realized how were radically changed the thoughts in my head. Until two months ago I was the one who read continuously, immersing myself in the world of the characters in my books and sharing with them those fabulous adventures. Now in my mind there were only two thoughts, how to serve my Mistress, and how to clean that stupid car.

Once, I had seen from the window Santiago, one of my old servants, clean my father's car and so I tried to remember as much as possible and I did what he had done that time. First I cleaned the interior with a vacuum cleaner and I nearly had a stroke when it aspirated a new ring of Megan that it had been left carelessly on the dashboard. I had to open the vacuum cleaner bag and look inside for the ring and when I found it, I breathed a big sigh of relief, stupidly inhaling a lot of dust that made me cough for nearly five minutes. After washing the exterior of the car with care, I began to give the wax and I can not deny that at that moment I felt like Daniel LaRusso in The Karate Kid.

"Wax on, wax off" I thought, laughing for the first time since several month.

One morning, very early, Megan came in my room to wake me and as I tried to be lucid, I banged my head hard against the door of my cage making her laugh loudly.

- Be careful slave, I would not want to take you to the hospital for some incident that you've done while you were still half asleep - Megan said, but she was not angry.

Megan made me wear a tracksuit and she told me that in that day I was going to do a morning run with her. I could not help but notice the bulge in my tight trousers caused by my chastity belt and I felt a deep embarrassment to imagine that people would have seen me walk around like that. But it did not seem to trouble my Mistress that with a whistle commanded me to follow her out of the house.

We not began to run immediately, in fact, she told me that we were directed into the playground where we met, because there there was a small grove where you could run and do different athletic exercises. We marched quickly for the five blocks that separated us from the park and I had to make a lot of effort to stay ahead of Megan who was always in front of me and I could not help but look enchanted her gorgeous bottom move rhythmically.

Being totally out of shape, when we arrived at our destination I was already out of breath and I thought with regret of the athletic body that I had until a few months ago when I was head cheerleader. Eating almost only Megan's leftovers I certainly had not put on weight in those two months, however I could feel the lack of work out...and the housework could not be called a real workout.

- Come on slave, don't tell me that you are already tired - Megan shouted when she realized that I was left far behind.

I looked around embarrassed and I thanked God that no one was there. It was only 5 a.m. but I was afraid that we would bump the same into a few early riser runner.

- Let's see if you can follow me this way - Megan said annoyed.

With horror I saw her pull out my leash and I was petrified when she attached it on my collar.

"She wants to take me on a leash here, in a public place? Where everyone can see us?" I thought desperate as my Mistress restarted to run and to avoid being choked by the collar, I resumed the run as well.

My lungs were burning and the abdominal of my right side hurts a lot to me but I could not stop and I continued to follow Megan who ran without stopping still fresh as a daisy. Fortunately we never met anyone in our way but I could not stop looking around anxiously. I could not help noticing that the new humiliation was having a great effect on my pussy and I found myself, once again, to curse my chastity belt.

When Megan stopped, I collapsed exhausted on the floor trying intently to catch my breath and to stop the severe dizziness and nausea, but a strong tug on my leash forced me to move.