Losing Everything F/f

Ch1: Solitude

It's incredible like our lives can change totally and so quickly that you only can stay still and watch the events overwhelm you. One day you have a happy family, a beautiful house and almost everything you can wish, one day you have only tears streaming down from your face. My name is Victoria Thomas and I was 19 years old when this story started.

When I woke up on the morning of the Christmas' Eve I never could imagine that my happy days would end in that moment. Like many other girls I had many dreams but unlike others I was totally sure that my dreams would be soon true. What can stop a beautiful young head cheerleader with millionaires parents? I was brushing my long blond hair and I was admiring my beauty in the mirror when the doorbell rang. I don't know how long my blue eyes remained open after that the police officer told me that my parents had died in an car accident. When I regained consciousness I was lying on the sofa and my hope that it was only a nightmare died immediately when I saw the police officer who was looking at me with an expression that was so strange. Usually people looked at me with admiration, desire, envy but not that time, at that moment there was only pity in the man's eyes. I almost don't remember the following weeks, I have only few images of multitude of people that I didn't know and so many lawyers that talked only of one things: my inheritance.

My friends tried to help me, at the beginning at least. However, after a while I was always alone in my house, silence was deafening. When all was dark I had a single light to illuminate my life...Megan.

Megan was my best friend since we were eight years old, we met by chance one day at the park near my house and it was the first time the my father took me there, he was so busy at work. Soon I discovered that Megan was an orphan and that she lived in an institute, in an old monastery. Me and Megan became more and more friend despite we frequented different schools.

I was lying in my bed crying and Megan was caressing my hair when her phone rang. While she answered I admired her beauty. In the last two years she had become a true Goddess, she was height 166 cm, with long black hair and amber eyes. Her body was incredible and even though I was considered the most beautiful girl in the city, I was nothing compared to her.

- Sorry but I have to go, my boss changed my shift - she said getting up

I had forgotten that Megan had started working, she hadn't the money to go to college. I had suddenly an idea.

- Wait Megan - I said almost shouting - What do you think if I pay the college for you? We can stay together and... -

- No, I cannot accept - she said hugging me - And even with the money I can't go to Harvard with you. But don't worry I will be always here when you will come back -

It was impossible for me to leave her, it was impossible withstand more pain. So without hesitation I said:

- I will not go to the college -

- Do not be silly, of course you will go to the college -

- No, I will stay here...with you - I got on my knees in front of her and I begged - Stay with me please! Move here, you told me that you are looking for a room -

- But... - Megan tried to talk but I kept begging her.

- Move here, you don't have to pay anything, you can leave that horrible work and you can look for another one without hurry.

Megan looked me with her wonderful amber eyes and as always I felt like she was looking deeper in my soul. Eager to show her my true feeling, I bowed and I started to kiss her boots without intention to stop. After five minutes I was still there, desperately kissing her feet and saying every now and then:

- Please stay, I will do anything - I had to look really pathetic groveling at her feet like a worm but I didn't want to stay alone again and I would have kissed her boots for all day if necessary.

- I will stay - she said suddenly

When I heard her words I stopped to kiss her feet and I looked at her face. Megan was radiant, she looked at me, then with a giggle she said:

- Don't you thank me? -

Full of joy for her positive response, I bowed again in front of my best friend in the middle of the my bedroom and I restarted to kiss her boots.

Ch2: Moving day

- This is the last one - I said putting down the last box which contained all Megan's possessions.

While I was out of breath and I had my arms aching, she was sitting comfortably on the armchair near the chimney, texting with her smartphone and dangling her left foot. I looked for a few moments her sneakers, they were old and of low quality but that was the maximum that her institute can afford. I promised myself that Megan would no longer worn stuff like that, she deserved much more. The move to my house had been difficult and exhausting but I could not hide that for a moment I had been happy that Megan had so few things, if we had to move all my stuff it would have taken weeks.

- Can you tell me again why I had to fire all the servants? They would be a great help - I asked throwing myself on the couch.

- I've already told you that they would have reminded you of the past and if you want to go ahead you have to do some sacrifice - Megan said without taking her eyes off the phone.

- But I could hire new servants - I protested

- No, we can take care of the house for now and some work will help you to not think too much - then looking at me for the first time since I had entered in the room, she asked:

- Would you please bring me some tea? -

- Of course - I said and I ran in the kitchen to fulfill her wish.

When I went back in the living room, Megan was in the same position, always with the phone in her hands. For one moment I wondered who she was texting. I handed her the cup of tea, being careful to not spill it. Before I could get back to the couch, she asked me:

- Could you be so kind to give me a foot massage? My feet are really sore, it was a tiring day.

That request took me by surprise because I had done almost all the work but I didn't want to start our cohabitation on the wrong foot.

- Sure - I answered and since she gave no sign to change her position, I approached the armchair and I sat down on the floor with my legs crossed. I started to untie the knots of her sneakers and I could already feel the strong smell of her feet. I gently removed her shoes and the smell grew more and more. Her purple socks were moist with sweat and were so hot between my hands. I looked at Megan to know when to start but she was completely ignoring me and only when her free foot slightly kicked my head, I started the massage. That was the first time for me and I didn't know well how to act, so I started putting pressure with my thumbs on her sole. Megan didn't give me any sign but I thought she was satisfied or she would have shown her disappointment. I was rubbing her left foot by ten minutes when she put the other one on my shoulder, dangerously near to my face. I looked again at Megan but she was still ignoring me. I didn't know what to do, I was sitting on the floor of my living room massaging my best friend feet who was also using me like a mere footrest. A part of me wanted to push her feet away and yelling at her, a part of me instead felt some sort of pleasure in being in that humiliating position, ignored and submissive. I started to think that there was something wrong in me when I realized that I had bent my head to the side and I had approached my nose to her feet. The smell was strong but for some reason I couldn't define it bad and I noticed with concern that every sniff of that smell increased in me the desire to rest my nose on that wet sock.

- Massage the other foot - her words awoke me and I hurried to execute her order. That time Megan put her free foot directly on my head, the heel pushing annoyingly on the top of my forehead. We remained in that position for twenty minutes, then the words that by now I was intensely waiting reached my ears.

- Take off my socks - once again I obeyed immediately and I removed gently her purple socks, resisting the temptation to dip my face into them.

Megan feet were unbelievable and once again I was shocked by the thoughts that passed in my head. How could I define "unbelievable" something so disgusting as feet? I started to massage her left foot and I could only admire that perfection. Megan's feet were small and incredibly soft, her toes were not too long not too short and her heels were as smooth as that of a child. Her gorgeous feet were polished in black. That was Megan's work, of course, because she couldn't afford to go to a beauty shop.

"But from now on she will" I thought, dreaming to do myself her pedicure. Once again I became a footrest, she put her right foot on my shoulder and started to play with my ear. I was going crazy and suddenly I lost control and without realizing it, I kissed quickly her foot. Petrified by what I had just done, I stopped the massage but then I heard Megan said:

- Keep going -

I looked at Megan and once again she was ignoring me, at least in appearance. Leaving behind my fears and trying to not think about what would have happened in our relationship after that, I started to kiss her bare feet and is very difficult describe what I felt when my lips touched her sole, while I dreamed to taste her foot with my tongue but I had not been ordered to do that, so I continued to kiss her feet. I couldn't resist any longer and several times I put my nose between her toes sniffing that smell that had become for me almost a drug. Megan giggled many times but she didn't stop me. I had to look so pathetic at her eyes and for a second I wondered what Megan was feeling at that moment, with her best friend that was kissing devotedly her feet and sniffing theirs scent like a dog. Suddenly, after an hour, Megan stood up and said to me:

- I'm tired, I'm going to bed -

- Okay - I said a little disappointed, then I added - I prepared the third room for you -

- No, I will take the main bedroom - she replied immediately.

- But that is the room of my parents - I protested.

- Your parents are dead and like I told you before, you have to forget the past. That will be my room from now on, so it will not be more a source of suffering for you. Tomorrow you will bring there my stuff, now I need to rest - and then she was gone. I was still sitting on the floor confused. How could I let her take my parents's bedroom? Immediately that question seemed stupid, I had spent more than an hour rubbing, smelling and kissing Megan's feet, I had been even her footstool.

Victoria Thomas can also have inherited Thomas Manor, but the true Mistress of the House was Megan Gilles.

While I had these strange thoughts, something caught my attention. Megan sneakers were still near the armchair, with her purple sock inside them. I crawled quickly in the direction of the shoes, and after pulling out the socks, I buried my nose in Megan's sneakers and immediately after I started to lick the insole greedily. When I got bored with the shoes I threw myself into the socks that I smelled, kissed and licked with passion, then I put the socks in my mouth trying to suck away all the sweat. Suddenly I saw my reflection in the large mirror that adorns the dining room and I saw a girl on all four with sweaty socks that came out of her mouth. That imagine remembered me of a dog with the slippers of its master on its mouth and the most intense orgasm of my life came when I thought that during all day I had been only a dog for Megan.

Ch3: That work begins

I slept only two hours that night, too many thoughts crowded my mind and I still could not understand what was happening to me.

"Why I was allowing Megan to treat me like that? And why I'm so obsessed with her feet?"

Yeah...obsession was the right word or I would not have otherwise been able to explain why I had spent all night with her socks on my face and my hand between my legs.

"Hell, I even do not know how many orgasms I had before I fell asleep exhausted" I thought sadly.

When I recovered, it was ten o'clock in the morning and apparently Megan was still sleeping. Being careful to not make too much noise, I stopped near the room which had been until the previous day my parents's bedroom and I pressed my ear to the door. No noise came from inside. Happy that I didn't have not face Megan so soon, I went to the living room and I put her socks back into her shoes. For some strange reason I was convinced that I would die of embarrassment if she had discovered that I had slept with her socks on my pillow, and my face, as if I had not spent the previous evening like a footstool, smelling and kissing her feet. As I waited for Megan awakening, I tried again and again a speech that could somehow explain my behavior while I prepared breakfast just for her, I wasn't hungry. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of footsteps and Megan appeared in front of me, leaving me breathless. She was wearing a night robe and I could catch a glimpse of her gorgeous curves. Not bothered me the fact that she was wearing my mother's robe, Megan obviously couldn't afford so fine clothes. My gaze fell at her feet. She was wearing a pair of blue flip flops and the sight of her toes made a fire between my legs.

- I prepared your breakfast - I said trying to look at her face.

- Oh, you're so nice - she said looking at me with her angelic face. Then when she sat at the table, she added - I could really get used to this, yeah, from now on you will prepare my breakfast every day. Do you like this idea? - she said with a grin

"What? I'm supposed to serve her breakfast every day? As I were her servant?" I thought, but I felt again a stirring in my belly and without realizing it, I heard myself answer:

- Yes Megan -

She looked radiant and began to eat, every now and then making me compliments for the food. I felt extremely proud to have her approval and once again I asked myself the reasons. While she ate, I stood next to her and it flashed on my mind the image of a maid next to her Mistress and often I found myself looking at her feet. Megan was dangling her flip flops and for a moment our eyes met and I realized that she knew what I was thinking and when one flip flop fell to the ground, I heard her giggle. I watched paralyzed her bare foot and once again I had to restrain myself to not throw myself at her feet, frantically licking that wonderful sole like a dog.

- Take my stuff in my bedroom and leave everything there - she said suddenly, bringing me back to reality.

- Yes Megan - I said and I thought that I was really becoming her maid, even my answer were those of a servant. I hurried to obey her order.

When I entered in "her bedroom" I saw the picture that portrayed my parents and immediately I had tears on my eyes. I understood why Megan had said to leave her stuff in the room and do nothing more, she didn't want me to suffer. Despite all she was still my best friend, she took care of me. I went back to Megan full of gratitude and I swore to myself that I would have done anything for her, I would have done anything to remain her friend. She had finished her breakfast and when she saw me, Megan said:

- Victoria, my bathroom need to be cleaned and also these windows are dirty, your old servant were really lazy - she looked at me so intensely with her beautiful amber eyes that at some point I was no longer able to hold her gaze and looking on the floor, I murmured:

- Okay, no problem -

"No problem? What a hell I'm saying? I have never cleaned anything in my life, I do not know where to begin" I thought desperate.

- Good - Megan said with a large grin, then she approached me and while she patted on my head as I was her dog, she added - I'm going to sunbath - and she was gone, leaving me alone with my chores.

Megan's bathroom was a mess, after her morning shower there was water everywhere and I had to use the mop to dry the floor and after that, I started cleaning the toilet bowl.

"God, this was so humiliating, how I ended up in this position? I'm Victoria Thomas, I'm a millionaire girl, head cheerleader, I'm practically the princess of this stupid city and I had been always surrounded by a dozen of servants. And now I'm here cleaning the bathroom of my best friend just because she told me to do so. My best friend bathroom? This is my parent's bathroom! My bathroom! Thomas Manor is mine now and Megan is just a guest...

And then why I carried all her stuff as a bellhop? Why I had prepared her breakfast, agreeing to do the same every day from now on? Why I had massaged and kissed her feet as if it was the most normal thing in the world? Why I'm cleaning this bathroom while she sunbathes?"

That were all my thoughts when I noticed that I had again a fire between my legs. I don't know why but I walked to the pile of Megan dirty laundry and I took her dirty panties, burying my face into them and sniffing vigorously the crotch area that I covered with kisses. Then, I don't know why, I put the panties on my head and I resumed my work that humiliating way. How pathetic I'd become? I had an orgasm right there, on the floor near the toilet bowl. That was the miserable thing that Victoria Thomas had become.

Ch 4: Submission

It took almost two hours to clean the windows and after just half a day, I was already exhausted. My back was aching and I wondered how certain people could do such work every day for almost their entire life. Megan was right about one thing, with the work I was too busy to think about my parents. Unfortunately it was not the same with the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing in these two days. I still could not believe that I had put Megan's panties on my head of my own free will, I could not believe that I had such a great orgasm sniffing and kissing them. Maybe I should have asked Megan to leave, but that would destroy our friendship and I would be alone once again.

"No, I have to learn to control these strange emotions that are upsetting me, it must be a strange reaction caused by the death of my parents. Yeah, it must to be that. In fact, I had never had such thoughts about Megan before. Of course, I had always thought she was gorgeous but I had never dreamed of kissing and smelling her feet or her panties, just the thought of it is absolutely ridiculous"

There was no sign of Megan so I guessed that she was still in the pool to sunbathe. I looked at the large clock that had cost a fortune to my father and I realized it was lunch-time. I went out of the house and I quickly crossed the large garden, the great passion of my mother. When I got in the pool area I had a shock. Megan was lying there completely naked. It was true that the walls of the property were very high but I had never had the courage to do something like that because I was so scared that someone might see me in some way, especially that moment that the drones were so popular. But Megan obviously had no such concerns and she was so relaxed that probably had not noticed my arrival. I took advantage of that situation and I stood contemplating her beauty, even though we had known for years I had never seen her naked. Her breast was amazing, the size of her bra should be 32b and her nipples attracted me like a magnet. Soon my gaze moved down where I saw with amazement that she was completely shaved and with incredulity I noticed that my mouth was watering. For the first time a question came to my mind.

"Am I a lesbian?"

For all my life I had paid attention to the boys, I had dreamed to marry a handsome man, to have my charming prince. And yet there I was, drooling in front of my best friend's naked body.

- Do you like what you see? - Megan said suddenly.

Embarrassed, I stepped toward her and immediately I tried to change the topic of the discussion asking her: