I ordered Henrietta under the table after she had made breakfast for Chris and me. I needed to put this stupid little bitch in her place once and for all before things got out of hand and started polluting my relationship again. I thought letting her stew a little was in order first, and Chris was just in the shower, so I had time. Eventually, I kicked the bitch to signal I was ready to talk.
"Yes, my goddess, can I help you with anything?" Henrietta said.
"Listen to me carefully bitch. If you want to stay in my presence, you will realise it will be on my terms. Chris and I are partners, and that will not change. If you try to get in the way of that again, I will destroy you and cast you aside. Am I clear?" I said.
"Yes, Goddess, perfectly. I know I was wrong to do what I did yesterday, but only my love for you drove me. I will respect your partnership with Chris and never try anything like that ever again. Please know that I still love you dearly and want to be any part of your life, Goddess."
I considered her plea as I thought about the day ahead. Looking around the room, I could see how disorganised my life had become. Time with Chris, endless squash practice and tournaments, and all the usual stuff like shopping left me little to no time for domestic things. That gave me an idea.
"You know what, Slave? This apartment looks like a dump. What do you think about that?" I said, looking to gauge her response.
There was a pause while Henrietta looked around the room before she replied, "Dear mistress, perhaps I could clean your apartment for you while you are at work today? It would make me very happy to do that for you."
I smiled at her response, threw a piece of bacon onto the floor under the table, and picked it up with my toes. I crossed my legs so my foot was just a few inches away from Henrietta's face, and I could almost hear her mouth-watering. I chuckled to myself, feeling the power I had over this wretch.
"Well, I suppose I could give you a trial run as my domestic slave. But then, I am unsure what you did to earn that privilege."
"Oh please, Goddess, give me just one chance, and I will show you how willing and able I can be as your domestic slave. I will cook and clean for you and run any errands you need me to."
I then felt a little kiss on the foot I had planted on the floor. "Very well, I will discuss it with Chris." I then wiggled my toes, which had been ensnaring the bacon, to signal Henrietta could eat it. Not a second later, I felt her tongue wrap around my toes, freeing the food. She then sucked my toes to remove any residue and then placed gentle kisses on my sole. It felt divine.
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Later at the office...
I was frozen to the spot standing in front of Beth's desk. The thought of spending a minimum of fifteen years in prison was rippling through my mind like a razor blade carving up sane thoughts and leaving a residue of anarchy and chaos in my brain. That amount of time was pretty much all my youth. I looked at Chris, who was as white as a sheet, trying to find a way out for me. But this bitch was nastier than me and, to my chagrin, smarter than us both. Any response to this would be more a slow burn than a knee-jerk reaction.
The fear within me led to tears, which only delighted Beth even more. It wasn't long before she sent Chris out for food so she could have me alone. Almost immediately, the door closed behind Chris. Beth stood up and walked towards me. She eyed me up and down briefly to assess my despair and anxiety, of which there was much.
She then slapped me hard across the face, and I dropped to the floor. My cheek was burning, and another flow of tears started to well up. She was so fucking strong. Seconds later, she grabbed my hair and yanked me back to my feet.
"I didn't give you permission to sit down bitch." Beth screamed and slapped me again. It hurt even more this time, and I collapsed onto my knees.
"Please, Beth, stop. Enough."
"You fucking whore! How dare you presume to instruct me. You have tried to take everything from me, and had it not been for my influence, friends and network, you may have succeeded. Well, now you are totally screwed. To say your days ahead will be tough will not even come close to describing how god-awful your life will be. I am so full of hate and vitriol for you that my thirst for vengeance will take an eternity to burn out."
Beth then kicked me between my legs, and I screamed in pain, dropping onto my side. I then felt Beth's shoe hit the side of my face as she started to press down hard on my head.
"It will never be enough whore. Never!" Beth was laughing venomously as she ground her shoe into my face.
Wracked with pain, I tried in vain to escape her foot, but it was no use. She was far too strong and agile for my defenceless face and weak arms.
"You should get used to this place whore. Under my feet is where you will skulk. In fact, the rank stench of my sweaty feet will be the one comfort I will grant you amongst the endless pain and suffering you will have to endure. I am sure it won't be long before you beg for that prison sentence." Beth then started laughing.
A few moments later, she removed her shoe from my face and sat back in her chair, placing her feet back on the desk.
"Get back on your fucking knees whore, or I will rip your hair out doing it myself."
Hearing this threat, I started returning to my knees quickly. The last thing I wanted was more pain at this point. When I was upright again, I looked at Beth, who was still shooting evil looks back at me through her narrowed eyes. Beth then spoke again, "Sign this, you fucking useless piece of shit!"
She then threw a stapled document across the table. As I glanced at it, I could see it was a contract of employment. On the third page, I saw a summary of the details. The role was a personal assistant role for the team leader; the salary was half what I was on today, and the hours and vacation days were both the respective maximum and minimum decreed by law. Underneath it was a summary of the responsibilities, which stated that the role would do whatever the team leader required. I looked at Beth and asked, "Why do you want me to sign this, Beth?"
"Oh, for fuck sake whore, surely you are not that stupid. This is your new role." Beth smirked.
"But this is Chris' job. What does that mean for him, Beth?"
