In the far corner of the city there was a small store. This store wasn't particularly well known, however it attracted the locals like moths to a flame thanks to its convenience. People wouldn't have to make commutes to the city centre to buy groceries thanks to its existence, and they were forever thankful for that. Even so, customers couldn't help but notice the rude and demeaning appearance of its manager, not to mention how unhappy the employees seemed under his watch. His behaviour in combination with the clear fake smiles coming from his workers served to lower the mood of the establishment greatly, turning what could have been a fantastic work environment into one of misery.
Suddenly, the customers noticed a change. It was sudden, almost seeming to occur overnight. The employees who worked there had a change in attitude. No longer were they putting on a façade of happiness, grumbling under their breaths when they thought no one was listening. Instead, they seemed more than happy to put in twice the amount of work than they had been previously. Some customers saw them performing even the most menial of tasks with such accuracy and focus, as if they wanted nothing more than to please whoever had given them their orders.
Naturally, they assumed that the same rude manager was behind it. Perhaps he had changed his outlook when it came to managing his employees, but they would be wrong. This theory fell apart completely when they saw the man who once controlled the entire business crawling through aisles on his hand and knees, scrubbing the floor vigorously until it appeared spotless. This same man was also seen repainting the walls of the shop on multiple occasions, transforming them from a corporate blue to a somewhat bleak modern-looking grey. None of the customers could wrap their heads around why the manager of all people was performing such tasks.
That was when they saw her. A young girl around the age of twenty, striding through the store with unmatched confidence. Her smile and half-lidded gaze screamed that she was the one who was behind these sudden changes, her pitch black clothing giving off a dominant, authoritarian aura. She seemed to glow with an invisible energy as she moved, drawing the eyes of everyone in the store. From the way she flicked her hair and swayed her hips as she walked, the fact that she drew everyone's attention was no surprise to her. In fact, she wanted their eyes on her. She wanted them to see how perfect she had become, how superior she was in comparison to the other lowly employees. Not to mention the former manager, who had been demoted to a mere janitor in public and a footslave in private.
Some customers returned just to catch a glimpse of her, that overpowering aura drawing them in. Their eyes would be glued to her black sneakers, watching closely with every step she took as their gaze slowly climbed her divine body, before finally reaching her own eyes. An irresistible urge to submit would wash over them in that moment, as Lyra stared into their soul and claimed their minds. If she ordered them to do something in that moment, they would do it without question. They would do anything for this perfect being that stood before them.
However, she would say nothing. She would simply open her hand and cast a dark ball of shadow in their direction, the action noticed by others but not being mentioned. They were too captivated by her beauty; they were all enthralled by her darkness.
After that, they would leave only to return again and again. Getting to see such a goddess was addictive like a drug, but nobody could get enough of it. Every visit, they felt their everyday needs being forgotten. They couldn't tend to their other needs when their was a girl like Lyra that needed serving. When a certain number of visits to the store had passed, Lyra's control over them would grow to its absolute. People who were once customers resigned themselves to being employees, or rather slaves in this case. They would help in the redecoration of the store, ensuring that it was slowly becoming exactly how she envisioned it.
After only a week of being in command, the level of business in the store had more than tripled. They weren't here to buy produce though, they were here to see her. The rate at which Lyra obtained new slaves gradually increased as the popularity of the store did too, more and more fresh minds for her to shroud walking through her doors each day.
Shelves that once held items were pushed aside as the refurbishment entered its final stages. By now Lyra had over a dozen loyal servants devoted to her every need, so she saw no reason to hide her intent any longer. Her most faithful slaves were allowed to serve as her throne at the back of her store, being used as a seat by her divine ass as a reward for their obedience. From there, she would oversee the origin of her empire, watching as new toys entered and old ones knelt.
The excitement Lyra felt from what she was now capable off drove her crazy, especially when she thought back to how she used to be. A powerless, weak girl; now she was the ruler of a legion, one that worshipped her as a divine being. Whenever she felt that familiar urge growing, she would summon Steven over to her throne and allow him to serve her. As his tongue tended to her needs, more servants would hurry over and remove her shoes, massaging and sucking on her perfectly pedicured feet. They would lick every last piece of dirt from between her toes until they were spotless, continuing to do so until their queen came to the orgasm that she deserved.
This continued for a few more days, until at last the building had been transformed completely. It no longer resembled a store in any capacity, rather it looked much more like a throne room fit for a girl such as her. The walls, floors and ceilings were painted a deep grey with long, flowing banners of black and white coloration hung down. A soft, pitch-black carpet was rolled out along the length of the building, starting at the doors and ending at the foot of her throne. Lyra had to admit, she was impressed. She knew that the world owed her, but this honestly surpassed her every expectation. Seeing the store where she once worked become what was essentially her very own palace was exhilarating.
"God..." Lyra moaned, caressing her tight black leggings. Raising a single leg, she traced her hand down the smooth material until she reached her feet, "I deserve every last bit of this."
In one smooth, fluent motion, she slid her perfect foot free from the confines of her sweaty shoe, allowing it to fall down into the waiting hands of one her slaves. She gazed down at him in amusement as he brought the shoe up to his face and willingly breathed in the scent, closing his eyes as the smell of his goddess' sweaty foot washed over him.
"Thank you, my queen." he whispered under his breath, earning a giggle from her. Pathetic, she thought. They really were fit to be slaves. Nothing was more suitable for someone like him than to serve a perfect girl like her for the rest of his life.
Gently, she pulled her cotton sock off her foot and let it fall to the ground, revealing her smooth, pedicured foot held high in the air. She slowly caressed her thigh whilst she wrapped her hand around the curve of her own foot, appreciating its splendour. Her black-painted toes curled as the eyes of an enthralled crowd watched on, utterly enchanted by the site they had been graced with.
Then, egged on by the worshipping gaze of over a dozen other people, she'd bring her foot down onto the face of a waiting servant who lay on the floor almost like a mat. That was all he was at this point: a simple mat for Lyra to put her feet on, to rub her smooth soles against. His eyes closed as his mind melted at the touch of his queen's divine feet, blessed to receive such a smothering.
"I own you, don't I?" Lyra asked, pushing her sole against his face without any showing of mercy. The scent of her angelic foot filled his nose, further clouding whatever judgement he had left.
"Yes, of course my queen. You own me. You own us all." he cried as her foot crushed his face beneath it like an insect.
