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Priya watched Sharada as she exerted much of her strength into a warm leg massage for her. “Haha. Look at you, trying to be a good slave.”
Sharada looked up to her with a sad expression. “Do you not consider me a good slave, my Queen?”
“Of course I don’t,” Priya laughed at her and pointed to her face. Rahul joined in with a smile as he watched over his old and new girlfriends.
“But I have obeyed every one of your commands.” Sharada said, clasping the leg muscles and massaging them even harder.
“That may be true, but I don’t like your work ethic. For example, before you start work you need to say a prayer.” Priya explained.
“A prayer?” Sharada asked.
“Yes. After all, you’re in the presence of a Goddess,” Priya said pointing at herself.
Worship me!
“I’m so very sorry my Lord,” Sharada said, setting down her legs and placing the fingers of the left hand within the gaps of the right. She closed her eyes.
“I’m only going to teach you this prayer once. So repeat after me,” Priya said.
“You are thankful that I’m allowing you to breathe.”
“I thank you for allowing me to breathe,” Sharada prayed, head bowed down and eyes closed.
“And that a supreme Goddess like me has chosen a lowly human like you for a foot slave.”
“And that a supreme Goddess like you has chosen a lowly human like me for a foot slave.”
“You are thankful that a lowly worm like you even gets to look at me.”
“I am thankful that a lowly worm like me even gets to look at you, the Goddess.”
“And gets to work for me.”
“And gets to work for you.”
Priya smiled. “You are thankful that Rahul dumped you.”
Sharada’s face crumpled even more, as she struggled to start this one.
“Say it or I’ll make you say it.” Priya said.
“I’m thankful that Rahul dumped me,” Sharada said.
“And upgraded to the Goddess of beauty and power.”
“And upgraded to you, the Goddess of beauty and power.”
“You were never worthy of a man like him.”
“I was never worthy of Rahul.”
“You held him back from a good life and a good girlfriend.”
“I held him back from a good life and a good girlfriend,” Sharada wiped off tears from her eyes and resumed the prayer.
“You denied him the happiness he deserves.”
“I denied him the happiness he deserves.”
“So you are guilty of an inhuman crime.”
“I am guilty of an inhuman crime.”
“Therefore you will spend the rest of your life making up for it.”
“I will spend the rest of my life making up for it.”
“By being a good slave for me.”
“By being a good slave to you.”
““Memorize that prayer.” Priya said. “I will ask you to repeat it whenever I want.”
“I will, my Lord.”
“For now, I want you to sit straight.” Priya said, placing one foot on the other knee. “And worship my beautiful feet.”
Sharada turned towards Priya’s feet and prayed to them.
“That’s right. Now, gather some of my foot dust using your thumb.” Priya showed the girl the bottom of her feet. Sharada ran her thumb through the dusty surface and gathered the black-brown dust. “And rub it between your eyebrows.” Sharada began to cry as she tried to move her hands closer to her head. “What is wrong?”
“Priya, the spot between the eyebrows is has religious significance…”
“So what?” Priya asked. “I am your Goddess and you belong to my religion. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” Sharada ran a line of dust between her eyebrows and closed her eyes.
“Now get back to work.” Priya said, stretching out her legs. Sharada continued the leg massage.
“Wow, that was awesome.” Rahul said, wrapping his arms around Priya’s shoulders. “The prayer, the rituals.”
“Thank you,” Priya blushed. “She deserves it, right?”
“Of course she does.” Rahul kissed her cheek.
“You know, I’ve had many foot slaves in the past. I mean many many.” Priya mused.
“Alright, go on.” Rahul smiled.
“But I’ve never had a female slave before.” Priya said. She lifted up her legs and knocked her feet against Sharada’s face. The subservient saluted the Mistress and resumed her leg massage. “Something is just wrong, I’m not able to put my finger on it.”
“She was my girlfriend for a long, long time,” Rahul said. “Think about how angry that makes you…how badly you want to hurt her.”
“I don’t think it’s an anger issue. Just looking at her pisses me off,” Priya observed. “I think it’s her looks that bother me.”
“Oh come on, you’re much much prettier than her,” Rahul said, grabbing her shoulder and attempting a kiss, but Priya didn’t respond in her usual way this time.
“That’s not enough, Rahul.” Priya caught Sharada’s face and placed her chin over her lap. “I want her to be like really ugly. Uglier than my ass!”
“Your ass is super gorgeous,” Rahul said, bending over and kissing the back of Priya’s skirt.
“In which case, I want her face to be uglier than her own ass.” Priya said.
“That way I can feel better about this girl crawling under my feet.”
“How do you plan on doing that?” Rahul smiled in anticipation.
“I’m going to kick her face so hard, in so many places…” Priya began.
Sharada moved closer and hugged Priya’s legs. “Please you, my Lord. I beg for your forgiveness.”
“Look at her begging me.” Priya laughed. “Are you just afraid of taking more kicks or do you really understand what you’re asking my forgiveness for?”
“I do understand you, my Goddess.” Sharada said. “Most of your foot slaves are ugly. I’m not ugly enough to work for your divine feet.”
“That’s right. You aren’t ugly enough to be my foot slave. And being sorry doesn’t help fix that now, does it?” Priya asked.
“I guess it doesn’t.” Sharada bowed down.
“I can only forgive you if your face is smashed into pieces. So you’re going to shut the fuck up and take my kicks to your face.” Priya said. Sharada nodded fearfully. “Sit over there now, slave!” The forceful words pushed the girl away and she looked up to the Goddess, offering her face for a kick. In an instant, the deadly long legs went up and smashed into her face, the heel bone crushing its way through her cheeks. Before she could recover, the other leg went up and battered into her face. The merciless legs came down one after another, like a nasty rain that took out as much of Sharada’s face skin as it did her dignity and pride. Kick after kick kept pounding in, her throat wasn’t given the time to even muster up a scream. Between individual kicks, she saw Rahul’s face, shameless but essential as her very breath- he had her on first sight, he had her for life, he had her even if he’d moved on to the most cruel girlfriend in the world.
“Ahh!” Priya paused the pounding, while still retaining herself in a position to kick more. She caught her face and checked her progress, then threw it down displeased. “My legs are starting to hurt from kicking your face so hard,” she smiled. “Why don’t you go into my veranda and fetch me my boots like a nice doggie?”
Sharada felt dizzy but crawled herself up; she barely had enough strength for that but she turned back and slithered into the veranda, opened up the shoe rack and picked up Priya’s massive boots- long, black leathery footwear that were over twelve inches long and had heels harder than her own bones. She couldn’t believe she was facilitating her own beating, but here she was. Her body seemed to be obeying every command without being permitted by her brain. She crawled over and unzipped the boots, waiting for Priya’s legs to go into them and then zipped them close herself.
“Good doggie,” was all she got in thanks. “Now show me your face again.” The iconic booted legs went up again and crushed into her face even harder than before. Her skin began to crack open from the merciless beatings and even though she fell down she continued to offer her face for more. Kick followed kick, the dusty, solid boot bottoms began to penetrate into her bloodstream and spread into her body. The surface of her skin crumped and matched the marking on the bottoms of her boots. “Do you think she’s ugly enough for me?” Priya asked Rahul.
“Hmm, maybe a little more, a little harder would do it.” Rahul said.
The nightmarish legs went up again, they seemed to rejoice making their journey down to her face and brutally turning her once pretty face into ugly mounds of blue-black skin. Sharada couldn’t resist any more, she lay down and took some more kicks before she passed out of consciousness.
“Now that looks more like a foot slave. A worthless insect that deserves to be crushed under my feet.” Priya said. Proud of her work, she opened her arms and captured Rahul into a luscious kiss.
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