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Kelly's Birthday Surprise
🕑 Added 2021-02-27 15:47:36 +0000 UTCF+/f+ - The popular Bimbos are as beautiful as they are devious. But they're also talented at putting lesser girls in their place. 8k words.
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Kelly's Birthday Surprise
There they go again with their perfect faces, perfect hair, perfect bodies and perfect lives, I guess. It really makes my heart ache when I see them sauntering around without a care in the world to worry their pretty little heads. If you are wondering who I am talking about, then let me explain. Everyone knows how it works in high school; the various little groups that people often get split up into, whether you really want to or not. Well, somehow during the early days of school I found myself assimilated into the loser group. I guess it had something to do with the fact that I am actually quite clever and therefore a bit of a geek. I don’t mind liking geeky stuff, but the territory also comes with certain ignorance towards me from the opposite sex.
Now, let me just confirm that I am indeed a girl and that boys don’t seem to be interested in geeky little girls. By little, I mean that I am rather on the short side for my eighteen years of age. I'm not too bad looking, but I am nothing in comparison to the beauties standing before me. I’m not a lesbian, but I can appreciate beauty when I see it and these girls were truly beautiful.
We had referred to them as the bimbos for some time and I think this was more to do with jealousy on our part. I had talked to them on a few brief occasions and they were far from stupid and I could tell that they were really confident. Of course, it's easy being confident when you're absolutely stunning.
There were four of them in total and it was quite amazing how different each of them looked. First there was the total bitch who acted above everyone on the planet, even the other three. Her name was Keisha and she must have been mixed race as her skin had sort of a natural tan leaning towards a darker tone. Her brown hair framed her face and she stood at about a foot and a half taller than me, which wasn't anything to be proud of considering my size. To be honest, her body was perfect from what I had seen of it and she had breasts that I would die for. I noticed her humiliating a few of her fellow students on a number of occasions so I’d always tried to avoid her whenever possible.
Her second in command was Chelsea, also a bitch, but not on the same level as Keisha. She is slightly shorter than her friend and her skin is a bit lighter, but she also has a sort of natural tan. I guess it could be referred to as a sort of an exotic look. It contrasts nicely with her blue eyes and brown highlighted hair. It’s a shame that those looks are possessed by such horrible people, or perhaps it’s having those looks that has made them so arrogant and ruthless, a most unlikely catch-22. Anyway, I had never really spoken to her as I just figured we wouldn’t get along.
Having a British mother and an Indian father had done wonders for the third girl: Sarah. She possessed a curvaceous body and her father's genes had given her a very unique look, which all of the boys pined over. Her cascading brown hair seemed to amplify her facial features and a lot of the girls in school were jealous of how voluminous it always was. She was also the nicest of their group and she didn't have much of an attitude, mostly because she was so beautiful that she didn't need to act horrible to get her way. Her clothing of choice was always a tight top, very short skirt and high heels which showed off her body at all times.
Finally, was Kelly. She was the quiet one of the bunch and also the best looking. She was the only white one of the group, although she obviously liked to sunbathe as her tanned skin made her fit in well with the others. She was a brunette, but I had seen her with blonde hair on a few occasions and both suited her to be completely honest. Her eyes were hazel in colour and she stood a fair bit taller than me, so whenever we bumped into each other she always had to look downwards.
At the start of high school, she was a fairly nice girl, but once she had started to hang around with the others we all noticed a change in her attitude. She wasn't anything like Keisha or Chelsea, but she didn't hide the fact that she knew she was sexy and she always looked down on me and my friends.
It is strange but Kelly actually lives in my street and we used to be friends when we were younger. As we grew up she developed quicker and more favourably than me and we slowly drifted apart. My passions didn’t really interest her either, although she did often ask for help with her homework when we were younger, but now she didn't bother. Even though we lived so close we never spoke as we just had nothing in common. She is beautiful and glamorous, whereas I am plain and nerdy.
So, it was completely surprising when one day in school Keisha approached me out of the blue and asked me if I’d like to come to Kelly’s surprise 18th birthday party. I felt my face redden when she approached as I was not used to people talking to me and my immediate reaction was to reject her. That was until she informed me that all of my friends would be going, all being only three. My friends were Jenny, Emma and Bethany. They were nice girls but all of them were quite plain looking apart from Bethany, who wasn’t really blessed in the looks department, poor girl.
I was a bit suspicious with Keisha’s offer as I saw no reason why I would be invited. However, I had noticed that my friends had been hanging around the bimbos a lot recently, even though they always treated them like shit. Perhaps if I went to the party I would get to hang around with them too and therefore become popular through association. I wouldn't mind being on the end of occasionally hurtful remarks from them if it meant that a few boys showed an interest. I decided that I would go.
Keisha informed me that the party would be at Kelly’s house as they had already run it by her mother. Apparently, her mother had agreed to go visit her sister for a few days so that Kelly could party and have a good time. This seemed pretty nice of her mother, but I remembered that she was always pleasant with me so it was probably true.
The day of the party arrived and upon setting foot outside Kelly’s house, I noticed that there was a note on the door. It said that everyone was hiding inside ready to surprise Kelly, so I should bring the note inside and lock the door, then find somewhere to hide in the living room. I took the note and followed the instructions, then made my way through the door into the room.
As soon as I entered Kelly’s living room I knew that something was not right. I hadn't been lied to, my friends were at the party but they were all kneeling on the floor, each one next to a different girl and no one was hiding at all. Jenny was kneeling beside Keisha who was sitting comfortably on a chair. To her right, Chelsea and Sarah were sitting on the sofa, with Emily and Bethany kneeling at their feet. Jenny and Emma were sitting facing away from the girls, whereas Bethany was kneeling right in front of Sarah facing towards her.
All three of my friends had their eyes directed towards the floor and I quickly realised that Sarah had her bare feet resting in Bethany’s lap. I also noticed that Chelsea was casually running her fingers through Emma's hair, grasping it between them and playing with it absent-mindedly. It all looked very weird to me, particularly as Emma was just sitting there not reacting at all. Meanwhile, Bethany was delicately rubbing Sarah’s feet which distracted me from noticing that all of the seated girls were staring intently towards me.
There was a real tension in the air and I could feel myself struggling to cope with the situation. I had pictured the party to be a lot busier allowing me to just blend into the background. However, there were only six other girls there, half of which I knew really didn't like me. Also, the way in which my friends were acting was really freaking me out. It was as if they were all submissive to the bimbos. I knew that they'd been spending some time with them, but it had never crossed my mind that the bitches had been taking advantage of their eagerness to please.
“Well, it looks like Kelly’s present has arrived,” said Keisha, breaking the silence while grinning from ear to ear.
Her words confused me as I hadn't bothered to bring a present and I really didn't know what she was talking about. Also, Kelly was nowhere in sight which was strange since it was her party. The obvious giggling of the two sat on the sofa didn't make me feel any better either. None of my friends bothered to react to what Keisha had said and I didn't take this as a good sign.
I was startled from my daydream when Chelsea casually snapped her fingers, resulting in an immediate response from Emma. I watched in astonishment as my friend turned around on her knees, removed Chelsea’s shoes and began kneading the soles of her feet.
Chelsea couldn’t stop herself from grinning as she nestled back into the sofa while Emma was forced to rub her sweaty feet. “Hmmm, that feels nice, good girl,” she said while closing her eyes and obviously enjoying Emma’s fingers as they worked away.
I really couldn't stand that bitch and she had such an arrogant look on her face that I wanted so much to wipe off. Here was my good friend belittling herself for her satisfaction. It wasn’t that she had her kneeling rubbing her feet that bothered me, it was the humiliating way in which she had just snapped her fingers and Emma obeyed immediately. This confused me; it seemed as if she had been trained by Chelsea. I decided that I didn't care who was there, I had to say something.
“Emma! Why are you letting her boss you around?” I heard myself shouting and I was quite pleasantly surprised that I had found the courage to speak up. I may not have been the largest or most assertive of girls, but I had no intention of watching my friends being treated like shit.
“Go on, doggy, tell her,” said Chelsea in a snotty tone.
“Because it is my job to make sure that Miss Chelsea is always comfortable, it is what she deserves and I am happy to please her,” explained Emma, which made absolutely no sense to me.
I stood glued to the spot, repeatedly attempting to say something but not being able to find the words. Meanwhile, Chelsea stared straight at me enjoying my anxiety, and the sight before me wasn’t helping me regain any composure. Sarah and Chelsea were sitting comfortably while my two friends were kneeling massaging their feet like a couple of servants.
“Emma, I don't understand what's going on,” I muttered.
Chelsea casually lifted her one foot from Emma’s hands and placed it on her shoulder, resting it comfortably and allowing her toes to fall against her cheek. It surprised me further when Emma just let her do it, because I doubted her feet smelled particularly nice.
“Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon enough,” continued Chelsea. “Why don't you just save us all the hassle and get on your knees with the other losers?”
That was it! I decided, there and then, that I was going to teach her a lesson. I wasn't much of a fighter but I was fired up and that bitch deserved it! I raced across the room towards the queen bitch with the full intention of slapping her across the face. However, what I wasn't expecting was for Jenny to put out a leg and trip me up. The lesson I was attempting to give Chelsea rapidly diminished when I came crashing to the floor, hitting my face on the leg of the sofa. I lay there motionless, completely dazed and confused.
While in my current state, Jenny had crawled over towards me, situating herself behind my head and grasping both of my wrists. I tried to struggle against her, but I was still a bit out of it and my attempts were half-hearted at best.
Chelsea didn't seem to be taking any chances though, as she casually kicked Emma in the side of the face. Emma nodded, then crawled over to me and wrapped her fingers around my ankles. I was now immobilised by two of my friends on the floor, in front of these three girls that I hated.
“Okay, start the licking now my little puppywuppy,” said Sarah from the sofa, which sounded completely weird and random.
I looked over and gasped as I caught sight of Bethany cradling Sarah’s feet and licking affectionately, starting at the heels and up the length of her soles. Sarah was sitting straight up with her legs bent at the knee and feet side by side in Bethany’s face. She looked like a princess sat above a lowly servant and it suddenly dawned on me what Keisha had said earlier. I realised that I was in trouble and I found a renewed strength trying to free my hands from Jenny’s grip. This proved to be meaningless as Chelsea simply tossed some of those furry handcuffs over towards us, and I soon found myself permanently restrained.
My anxiety quickly turned to fear as Jenny got up and placed a chair over my chest, completely immobilising me. This feeling only increased when I watched Chelsea rise from the sofa and elegantly sit down in the seat above me. From my viewpoint, she looked like a giant sat above me and I was terrified as I had no idea of her intention. This was revealed when she raised both of her feet and placed them harshly on my face. The smell was considerably strong and I was confused how Emma had managed to say nothing about it earlier. I tried to shake my head to remove her feet, but it was no use.
“Lick my feet, you slave, come on!” Chelsea demanded, before trying to force her stinky toes into my mouth.
I was quite resistant and I managed to keep my lips closed and her toes could not get inside, no matter how hard she tried. A simple click of her fingers solved this problem for her, as Jenny leant over and began squeezing my nipples painfully through my shirt. I began crying from the pain and I would do anything for her to stop. So, I did the unthinkable, I opened my mouth and took Chelsea’s toes into my mouth and began sucking like my life depended on it. As far as I knew, it did.
While this was happening, Emma had picked up a video camera and was filming my ordeal. I feared that they were obviously trying to blackmail me into being their slave, but Jenny’s efforts on my nipples were keeping me in line so I just lay there and accepted my fate. I didn't see any logical way that I could escape, I was restrained and outnumbered.
“That’s the way, be a good girl and suck Chelsea’s luscious toes.,” I heard Chelsea whisper above me, although I couldn't see her face from under her feet.
“This is just the way things are supposed to be,” added Keisha while prodding the side of my face with her toes. “You geeky little waste of space losers should be honoured that we’re even letting you breathe the same air as us.”
Satisfied with my humiliation, Chelsea jumped up from the seat only to be replaced by Keisha and the entire ordeal began once again. Keisha’s feet actually smelled and tasted a lot worse than Chelsea’s and I imagined that she had been planning this for a while.
Throughout the next hour or so, Keisha and Chelsea alternated on the seat and enjoyed my exertions on their smelly feet. I was completely humiliated the entire time and it didn't help that Emma filmed the whole thing, often getting close ups of my face while their toes were in my mouth. If the tape ever got out my life would be over. While all this was going on, Bethany did not move from Sarah’s feet. Instead she remained licking her soles obediently, bringing soft giggles and moans as a soundtrack throughout my torture.
Finally, they tired of me and the chair was removed. Jenny placed a leash around my neck and completely ignored the tears in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that my friends had betrayed me like they had. Of course, at this point I didn't even consider that the same thing had probably happened to them. Chelsea and Keisha just stood smiling down at me. They had all the material they needed to keep me in line.
Put it this way, by the time Kelly arrived at her party her present was ready and waiting. The excitement was clear in her eyes when she caught sight of me kneeling in the middle of the room, with the leash around my neck, handle in my mouth, hands cuffed together and a pink bow tied in my hair. What a complete joke I must have looked like to her.
Happy Birthday!!!! shouted Keisha, Chelsea and Sarah in unison while they all rushed over to hug the birthday girl. They each kissed Kelly separately on the cheek, while my three friends remained obedient, kneeling on the floor. Once the initial greetings had finished, Kelly walked over to me and stood lazily, cocking her head to one side and resting her hands on her hips. I looked down towards her feet to avoid eye contact. Her strappy shoes actually looked very nice, although I wouldn't ever wear anything like that.
I kept my eyes on the floor while she continued to look down at me. I felt utterly disgraced with what I had become in only a few hours. There was no way that I could look my former friend in the face. Worse still, I could think of no way out of this situation, they had me right where they wanted me. I assumed that they had done the same thing to each of my friends, as I could see no reason why anyone would willingly put themselves in our position.
“I can't believe you guys chose her to be mine, you know we used to be friends right?”
“Yes, of course, that's why we thought she would be perfect for you,” replied Keisha while taking the leash handle from my mouth and handing it to Kelly. “Why don't you take her upstairs and try her out? I'll phone you later to see how you get on.”
Kelly seemed to approve of the idea as she sharply tugged at my leash, which struck a splitting pain down the left side of my neck. I figured it was best to do as she wanted and follow her, so I climbed to my hands and knees and crawled behind her while looking down at her ankles. I kept my eyes on the heels throughout the journey through her house. Once we were in the bedroom, I found myself on my knees once again while Kelly sat in front of me on her bed. Now that we were alone, I thought that it was a good time to try to convince her to let me go.
“Kelly, why are you doing this to me? Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about this I promise,” I said before being cut off when Kelly raised her free hand.
“That’s right, you won’t tell anyone. I know they have a video tape of you and if you mention this then that tape will get shown around. You better just get used to obeying whatever I say because from now on you are my slave,” she replied.
“But why? What have I done to deserve this?” I whined.
She tugged upwards on the leash forcing my neck to crane at an awkward angle, which left my eyes looking straight at hers. Slowly she danced the fingers of her other hand along my chin, before grasping my cheeks between her fingertips.
“I'll explain it all to you while you kiss my feet,” she said while pushing my head down towards her two feet. Her toenails were painted blue and they looked as if they had just had a pedicure. There was a gold toe ring on the second toe of her left foot which looked very expensive and even though I didn't like feet, I could admit that hers were quite pretty. Anyway, knowing that she could ruin me whenever she felt like it made me obey without hesitation. I crouched down, struggling against the leash, while planting soft kisses all over her feet and occasionally the straps of her shoes.
“Good girl. It's what I deserve, not what you deserve. I am a beautiful girl and it is my right to have someone like you as my slave. I am a Goddess and people like you should be grovelling at my feet, as you will do from now on. There's no point trying to resist as we have enough blackmail material on you already and it would be easier if you just accept things,” she said while ripping my world apart.
Her use of the word blackmail really struck home with me and I began frantically licking her pretty toes hoping that she would be happy. I really had to think this situation through. I could go to my parents or even the police, but either way the tape would get out and my life would not be worth living. If it got around that there was a video of me licking girls’ feet then I would never be able to show my face in public again. It made sense to appease her wishes.
Pleased with my licking frenzy, Kelly slipped her shoes off and then forcefully shoved the toes of her right foot into my mouth, while rubbing her sweaty left foot all over my face. I assumed she wanted me to suck her toes as Chelsea had earlier, so I slipped my tongue between her big and second toe and wrapped my lips around them, sucking away. Her eyes closing was an obvious sign of approval.
“From now on, you’ll call me Goddess Kelly. Now, I want an orgasm and you’re going to give it to me. Have you ever eaten pussy before?” she asked while giggling.
I gagged in response and her toes slipped from my mouth. I’d never had any sexual thoughts concerning another woman and there was no way I was going to lick her pussy. She noticed my rebellion and pulled up tightly on the leash forcing me into a kneeling position. Before I could react she quickly threw both of her legs over my shoulders and stood up while holding the leash above her head, pulling my face up under her skirt and into her knickers. I felt myself suffocating between her legs and I frantically flailed around trying to escape.
“Pull my panties off with your teeth and I'll let you breathe,” I heard her say.
I wasn't going to argue with that as I could feel myself asphyxiating, so I obeyed her request and gripped her panties between my teeth. In response, Kelly released her grip on the leash slightly, allowing me to edge her white panties down her legs and gracefully stepped out of them, one leg at a time leaving me holding them before her in my mouth. Her face lit up as she looked at my embarrassing position, before taking the panties from my mouth and throwing them across the room.
Once again, Kelly pulled up on the leash and resumed her previous position on my face. I tried to breathe but I could find no air, so I did the only thing that I thought would free me: I slipped my tongue into her pussy and desperately tried to tongue her to an orgasm as quickly as possible. She responded by shuddering and I was greeted with her juices entering my mouth, which I was forced to swallow. Kelly remained on my face juddering for a few seconds with no regard at all for my well-being.
Eventually, after her orgasm had subsided, she let the leash fall from her fingertips and subsequently I dropped back onto the floor gasping for breath. Kelly simply sat back on the bed gazing towards the ceiling, her mind still in total bliss. I had curled up into a ball at this point, tears filling my eyes, completely devastated at what I had just been forced to do.
“I think that clears up where we both stand. Now, why don’t you finally show me that you understand your place?” she said while snapping her fingers.
I did understand, and after climbing to my hands and knees, I crawled over to her while my tears seeped onto the floor. Even though my arms were tiring, I managed to keep myself up while I leant forward and placed my lips onto Kelly’s right foot. That was it, Kelly had now broken me.
The first week of my training was gruelling and Kelly was a very strict owner. It didn't seem to concern her that once upon a time we had been friends and I was nothing more than a slave to her. She taught me that her feet were important and deserved to be soothed after a day in school. I also learned the specific ways that she liked to be orally serviced and I became particularly familiar with her breasts. Pretty much after that week I had joined my friends as a slave to the bimbos.
I noticed that each of the girls had a very different style when it came to controlling their slaves. Keisha liked to operate through fear and abuse. If Jenny didn’t obey then she would be beaten; this kept her in line.
Chelsea’s technique was more focused around constant orders and humiliation. Apparently, it had not taken long for Emma to be broken from Chelsea’s vicious berating.
Completely opposite to the other two, Sarah treated Bethany like a puppy and would constantly talk in a patronising tone to her while patting her head. I often saw Sarah taking her for walks on her leash or feeding her from the kitchen floor. I had never seen her harm Bethany in a way; it was as if she actually considered her to be a pet.
The three girls pretty much enjoyed playing with their slave girls and found it a real laugh. I, on the other hand, could tell that Kelly wasn't really into this situation for fun. She truly believed that there should be someone serving her and I was more of a necessity. When she ordered me to do something, she didn’t demand or have to enforce a response, she just expected one. Frighteningly, I found myself complying with her way of thinking. She had a way of just looking at me that demanded obedience.
As time went on, it was evident that she was an expert in training me, and even though I was unwilling to be her slave at first, she was really starting to control my mind. It got to the point that all of my thoughts were focused on how I could please Kelly and every time I thought otherwise I remembered the tape. Blackmail is a very dangerous thing as I found out.
I spent hours and hours licking her feet clean and I often found myself begging to do it. As I spent so much time at her feet, it eventually became a routine and then more of a need and Kelly knew exactly how to tease and control my sex to benefit her. While I devotedly sucked the toes of her one foot, she would tickle my pussy with the toes of the other and through this prolonged training I must have mentally associated my pleasure with her domination of me. It devastated me when I finally accepted that I now enjoyed being Kelly’s slave.
The girl also grew very resilient to my oral efforts and it took me a long time to bring her off with my tongue as she liked to experience multiple orgasms. I would often find that my jaw ached for a few hours after I orally pleasured her, but her pussy did taste very sweet, so I did kind of enjoy it. Many hours were spent with either me on my knees between her legs, or her sat on my face riding away. To have a life like that with orgasms on demand, I was so envious.
One time, while she was relaxing on her bed and watching television in a pair of hot pants and a ridiculously revealing top, I decided to ask her a question while I was massaging her feet. I was curious what had prompted the girls to enslave me and my friends. She seemed pretty amused by the question and she didn't hesitate in answering.
Apparently, Jenny had been the first to be enslaved by Keisha, which didn't really surprise me. She was a complete bitch after all. Kelly explained that one day Keisha had simply asked her for the time and she noticed how shy and quiet Jenny was. Within a week, Keisha had her down at her feet and once Chelsea found out about it she wanted in too. They used Jenny to lure Emma into the trap and she had soon adopted the slave lifestyle as well.
Kelly stopped what she was saying for a moment only to order me to suck her toes one by one. I immediately removed my hands from her feet, only to receive a kick to the face. So I resumed the massage while sucking her toes, which prompted her to sigh then continue.
What Kelly said next really shocked me as it seemed too unbelievable. It turned out that when Bethany had found out from Jenny and Emma what had happened she acted kind of weird. Whereas both of the two slave girls cried while they were explaining their problem to her, Bethany seemed more interested than concerned. According to Kelly, Bethany showed up at Sarah's house the next day and begged to be her slave, even to the point of kissing her feet on her doorstep.
Sarah found it a bit weird at first, but after she saw how eager to please Bethany was she eventually agreed. Sarah had informed the other three that Bethany had a hardcore foot fetish and she often joked that she leaked all over the carpet whenever she took her shoes off. Plus, Sarah really enjoyed having her own puppy girl. Kelly went on to tell me that Bethany was the only one of the four that had not been blackmailed and there was no videotape of her as it was never required. She had been a willing slave right from the start.
Through Kelly’s training I had started to understand how Bethany felt, although I doubted that I would have ever given in to the girls right from the beginning. There was no way I would freely knock on a girl’s door and beg to service her. I guess Bethany was just born to be a slave or something. But for me, if I didn't do what Kelly wanted then it was likely that the tape was going to get out and then my life would be pretty much over. However, I was starting to actually enjoy the physical contact with Kelly as she had a truly sculpted body, it really was a work of art and whenever I was tonguing her I always felt my pussy seeping.
I spent pretty much every day after school over Kelly’s house and it had reached the stage that my training had passed and now I knew exactly how to behave in her presence. Kelly’s mother seemed to like it that we were spending time together again, like our younger days. Of course, she didn’t know that her daughter had totally enslaved me and that I was now nothing but a servant to her. At least I didn't think she did, but it worried me how vocal Kelly was while I was pleasuring her in her bedroom. Surely her mother must have heard something.
On the day of the school prom, I arrived right on time at Kelly’s house for her prom preparations. Her mother showed me upstairs while flashing me a sly smile. I wondered whether she really knew what was going on and it bothered me that if she did, she had done nothing about it. She left me in Kelly’s room, where I was startled to find my Queen wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She was casually lounging on her bed, a mountain of pillows propping up her back while she read a magazine. I noticed her legs were outstretched, ending with her two bare feet crossed at the ankles. I immediately assumed the kneeling position as Kelly had trained me to do.
“How may I be of service to you, Goddess Kelly?” I asked while gazing up at her.
Kelly looked up, away from the magazine with a kind of cute look while she thought for a second. I noticed how beautiful she looked even without makeup and it really angered me how unfair it was for some people to just be born gorgeous.
“You can start by licking my feet clean while I finish reading this. I haven't showered today so they're nice and sweaty for you. Then you can bathe me while I relax. I think a pedicure would be nice too and obviously you’ll have to help me get dressed and do my hair and makeup,” she said, ever so sweetly, as if this treatment was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Yes, Goddess Kelly,” I replied promptly.
I crawled over to the foot of the bed as Kelly returned her attention to whatever she was reading. Her feet did look pretty dirty which I wasn't very happy about, but regardless I outstretched my tongue and began licking long strokes up her soles. She wiggled her toes and giggled in response, although she never shifted her attention away from her reading.
I had grown used to the taste of her feet by now and although it wasn’t pleasant; I could comfortably handle it. I craned my neck to reach every part of her feet so that she wouldn't have to move, slipping my tongue between her toes, then gently running the tip under her nails which always brought a moan from her lips. Occasionally she would close her eyes, obviously enjoying my efforts and this made me happy that at least my humiliating work was being appreciated.
After a long time had passed and my tongue was starting to ache, Kelly finally seemed satisfied with her tongue bath. My massage was halted with a gentle tap of her toes to my forehead. I knew what to do and proceeded to wipe my saliva from her feet with my hair. Once dry, she sat upright on the bed and put both of her feet together in front of me while smiling down.
“Give me those little kisses,” she said with amusement.
I leant down and kissed each of her toes once, which brought further giggles from her, before she arose and walked towards the bathroom while swaying her hips. Her bathroom was rather large and I knelt by the bathtub while I filled it with water, making sure that it was just the right temperature. Kelly, meanwhile, stood behind me casually playing with my hair which made me feel strangely aroused.
The rest of the night was spent bathing my Goddess and preparing her for her big night out. We spent a while deciding what colour she wanted her nails painted and after six attempts she was finally satisfied. I then had to kneel before her and blow her nails dry. She looked a vision of beauty after I had finished with her and the dress that she had chosen was incredibly expensive, but I'm sure her mother thought she was worth it.
I, on the other hand, had a rather cheapish dress, but I liked it anyway. After Kelly was ready, I had about ten minutes to myself to do my hair and makeup, a complete joke compared to the whole night that I had spent on Kelly. As you can imagine, I didn't do a great job.
The prom went pretty much as I would have expected it to. I and my ex-friends kneeled obediently next to each of our owners all night, waiting to scurry off and get them drinks. The school principal actually stopped me while I was on one such trip and queried why we were kneeling and waiting on the girls. Finally, this was a chance to get out of this horrible situation. All I had to do was tell him what they had done to me. However, when I glanced over to the dancefloor and saw the four of them gyrating I just couldn’t find the words. Kelly looked so sexy and it made my stomach turn. Those bitches had turned me into a lesbian! I stuttered a lot in response to his question, but thankfully, he seemed to accept my on the spot excuse that we lost a bet.
What happened at the prom really worried me. I had a chance to try and get out of my predicament and I had chosen to stay trapped. Kelly’s control over me had really grown and she had manipulated my thoughts to an extent. Initially I just despised her for blackmailing me, and this was still true, but now I felt kind of attached to her. It was as if we were both meant for each other, she needed me to serve her and now I needed her to use me. It was a humiliating thought to accept, but I was really starting to believe it. I had never been out with a boy, so I didn't know what it was like to experience intercourse. I doubted it was anything like the pleasure I felt while worshipping Kelly and I guess I'd never find out now anyway.
Kelly hadn't bothered with a date at the prom, so it was up to me to take her home and provide her with as many orgasms as she desired. I began by removing her shoes and delicately kissing her feet while she lay on her bed. I pictured her dancing at the prom and I couldn't stop myself from licking clean all of the sweat that had built up through the night. She moaned as I snaked my tongue between her toes and this only gave me more encouragement. She was a little drunk, so I helped her take off her dress then slowly placed soft kisses up her legs until I reached her vagina.
While I slipped my tongue between her lips, she traced her fingers along my chest then slid her hand underneath and carelessly squeezed my nipple between her fingernails. It really hurt and made my eyes water, but I kept licking regardless. I made sure she had a prom night to remember, and so did I.
That night was months ago and I can still remember every little detail. Kelly only further increased my slavery to her and eventually we burned the tape together, after I pledged that I would serve her of my own accord. By this point, Kelly was pretty much my life and I didn't have any sexual thoughts about anything other than serving her. I longed to be at her feet for hours at a time and I found myself crying if she ever denied me. I'd really been converted into a strange creature.
Occasionally, our princesses like to trade their slaves and although they are all beautiful, it feels more like work to serve them, whereas I am turned on whenever in Kelly’s presence. It's particularly difficult when Keisha or Chelsea take control of me as they enjoy constantly ridiculing and belittling me which always leads to me feeling depressed. I am always forced to beg them for the honour of serving them beforehand, often for over an hour. Sarah is not so bad, as she always acts so cute and playful as if I am her little pet and I sometimes find myself getting turned on by it; if I had to be anyone else's slave other than Kelly then I would definitely choose Sarah.
The nightclub visits are quite humiliating as we just stand around while our owners enjoy themselves on the dance floor. They only call us over when they need another drink or to go to the ladies’ room so that we can refresh their tired feet. I have to admit that the way in which they carelessly use us does turn me on a little which mortifies me.
Jenny never really got to grips with what happened and I caught her crying to herself on many occasions. I think it's because she has the worst deal of the four of us, as Keisha is never satisfied with anything she does and she's always being shouted at. I also think she feels kind of guilty as she was used against Emma and me in order to enslave us. I don't blame her though as she never really had a choice.
Emma managed to adapt to her situation after the first few months. She found that as long as she pleased Chelsea and provided her with the maximum amount of pleasure then Chelsea will usually treat her alright. Emma learned that showering Chelsea with compliments all of the time, telling her how better she is than everyone else and how much she enjoys being her slave keeps her happy. Chelsea does enjoy occasionally humiliating her, but it's nowhere near the same level as Keisha and Jenny.
Bethany of course remains completely devoted to her owner and I don’t think Sarah has any intention of letting her go. To be fair, I doubt that Sarah would have put any effort into enslaving Bethany if she hadn't begged her to. She really is the nicest of the four girls and I think she found it initially quite amusing, but then it became more of a convenience to have a slave.
As for me, recently Kelly broke my heart when she announced that she was planning on moving away to university. I begged her to let me go with her so I could serve her in the dorms, but she claimed it wouldn't work and she would rather have the fun of enslaving a new girl there anyway. She did give me a parting gift of tonguing her pussy and ass to many orgasms, which I was very thankful for.
I remained at home while Kelly went off to gain a degree. I felt completely lost without her and I actually felt a bit angry that she had reduced me to this state and just cleared off without a care in the world, leaving me without a clue what to do. I had never dreamed of ever having such feelings and I doubt that I would ever have pursued a life like this if those girls hadn't forced me into it. But, the damage was done and this is how I was now. I found myself masturbating often to the memories of the way she had treated me.
So, it was with an ironic twist in this tale that I found myself standing outside Sarah’s door just like Bethany once did. I nervously knocked and when she answered I immediately dropped to my knees, kissed her feet and begged that she take me as her slave. Her smirk just confirmed how much I needed her in my life. So, when she allowed me into her house, I thanked her by licking and cleaning her feet for the next two hours while begging to be her slave along with Bethany, who was sat watching the entire time. Thankfully, after much convincing Sarah agreed to let me serve her. So I now belong to a goddess who owns two puppy girls, both of which begged for her to control them. How unfair it is that she should have such a good life, while we are so pathetic?
She really is beautiful too, not like Kelly, but her Indian routes have truly created a unique and wonderful woman and I feel honoured that I can worship her. I do still despise the four girls for what they did to me and that just makes it worse when I orgasm numerous times while sucking Sarah’s feet or licking her pussy.
I just hope that when Kelly returns from university she'll come to get me, as I will be waiting. But, until that day I have Sarah’s needs to fulfil.
