Nathalie Ch. 06 (UK) : The Ceremony

Nathalie CH10 (ENGLISH): The ceremony

A Slave's Vows of Allegiance to Her Mistress's Feet

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Kiki becomes the new foot slave

Camille undertakes a three-month internship abroad. From the very first days, she feels the absence of her Creole mistress keenly. She writes to her regularly, sharing updates, expressing her devotion, and conveying how much she misses her presence. She receives no replies, which doesn't particularly surprise her. With her tight budget, she purchases videos of her mistress's feet. She deprives herself to afford these short clips in which she herself has starred, feeling as though they bring her a little closer to her Creole mistress. When she returns to university, she rushes to Nathalie's house. Salma opens the door.

"Hello, Salma! I'm so happy to be back," Camille exclaims with enthusiasm.

"Hello, Camille," Salma replies, visibly uneasy. "Have you let Mistress Creole know you are returning?"

"Yes, I have sent her several messages. She must know. Move aside, I need to get ready."

Camille pushes Salma, ignoring her warnings, and hurries toward her basket. Her legs tremble. A hollow sensation settles in her stomach. There, seated, naked except for a chastity belt, a random young blonde waits. A plug stuck up her ass with a little white tail, Camille's white collar now adorns her neck. Pale-faced, Camille approaches, reaches out, and reads the tag: "Kiki, Mistress Creole's best foot friend." Above the basket, a submission contract between Kiki and Nathalie hangs on the wall. The blonde looks on without understanding, without reacting. Salma takes Camille's hand and slips a coin into it, her Black's submissive medallion.

"Camille, you need to leave. Mistress Creole will be here soon. If she sees you, I'll probably get a whipping," Salma says, her voice tinged with worry.

Camille stands frozen, unable to react or comprehend. Moments later, Nathalie arrives.

"You're back, Camille," she says, settling onto the couch.

"Yes," Camille whispers, her voice faint, almost lifeless.

"Come sit beside me."

Nathalie settles down and presses a button on the remote. Kiki arrives, barking happily and wiggling her ass. Her little tail bounces in the air. She stops in front of Mistress Creole's feet and rubs her blonde head against the shoes, barking with joy.

"She's so enthusiastic when I come home, it's a pleasure". Nathalie explains to Camille.

Nathalie sends her instructions with the remote control. Kiki removes her shoes and socks with her mouth. She then hangs her tongue over her black feet, continuing to bark with joy and wiggle her ass. Nathalie resumes her explanation.

"When you left, I went back to see my announcement. She had been begging me to accept her for several days. Her training is quicker than yours was. I have experience. I really succeeded in training her. It's only been two months, and she gives me total satisfaction." Nathalie turns to the blonde. "Yes, Kiki, you know we're talking about you. Be patient, my dirty feet are for you."

"Woof Woof." Kiki replies cheerfully.

Nathalie instructs her to look after her feet. Kiki barks to thank her and show her contentment. Camille watches, hypnotised, as her former privileges are usurped by someone else. Her Creole mistress's feet are cleaned by a tongue that isn't hers, her toes are sucked by a mouth that isn't hers. She feels a wave of frustration, jealousy and despair wash over her. Tears stream down her cheeks.

"What about me?" Camille asks between sobs

"You? You were my draft. You had your chance. Kiki made up for your absence. She gives me much more satisfaction. She has one great quality, she agrees to tend to all the feet I present to her, even those of my lovers if I ask her to." Nathalie replies, embellishing the truth. She doesn't like sharing and would never allow her new dog to serve anyone other than herself or her daughter, and Aunt Rosa out of obligation. She hands Camille her anklet with the key to her chastity belt: "Now you're free. I'm terminating your contract."

Nathalie calls Salma.

"Yes, Mistress Creole." Salma replies respectfully.

"Take Camille outside. I don't want to see her any more. She doesn't belong here any more. Give her, her submission contract. And you'll get twenty strokes of the belt for letting her in."

Salma takes Camille by the arm. She lets herself be led like the living dead. She finds herself alone on the pavement, distraught. She stands there in a daze. Late in the evening, Kiki walks past her without a glance. Around midnight, Salma finds her crying on the side of the road and takes her home, ending a day of total humiliation for Camille.

Camille thinks of her failed attempts to find another woman who would accept her at her feet. She never finds a pair of feet as beautiful and attractive as those of her Creole mistress. What's more, she loves the feeling of total submission, the constant humiliation that her dominatrix puts her through.

She decides to write a letter begging her Creole mistress to take her back into her service. She argues that since she has two feet, she could use a bitch for each. What's more, if Oceane or Aunt Rosa are present, two little bitches wouldn't go amiss.

Back from work, Nathalie settles in as usual. Salma brings her the day's mail. She is surprised, then amused to discover an envelope marked 'Maîtresse créole'. Kiki deliciously sucks her toes, one after the other, while massaging the sole of her foot. She reads and re-reads the letter several times.

She realises that one of her feet is orphaned. She looks at it, then wiggles it. Kiki immediately runs over and puts her lips to it. Now it's the other foot that's orphaned. She feels the unpleasant cold caused by the residual moisture from a tongue passing over her skin. She shakes this foot, and Kiki returns to it immediately. Camille's argument makes perfect sense.

The following week, Camille receives a message from her mistress Creole : 'Tonight, 5pm at home. Camille is overjoyed. She spends a long time putting on her make-up, trying to look as beautiful as possible. She laughs inwardly at the futility of her efforts. Her mistress doesn't even look at her as she rushes to her feet.

Salma welcomes her with a warm hug.

"Have you brought your submission contract? Have you got your chastity belt and the key with the ankle bracelet at least?" asks Salma. Camille replies in the affirmative. Salma accompanies her into the house. She discovers two large pet baskets. Camille is surprised not to find her plug. The Moroccan woman puts the submission contract on the wall next to Kiki's. She explains that Black must present herself to her mistress, holding the anklet and the key to her chastity belt in her mouth.

Later, the young blonde woman arrives. She looks like a bourgeois, dressed in designer clothes. She glares at Black, but refrains from speaking. Camille doesn't dare meet her gaze. Kiki is also looking for her plug, but to no avail.

The two dogs hear their mistress arriving, chatting to two other women. After a long wait, Salma comes over to the two girls. She hooks the handle of a dog lead onto a snap hook on Kiki's collar, and then passes the lead through a ring on Kiki's chastity belt at her back, before attaching it to Black's collar.

She then attaches a lead to Kiki. The two dogs are led on all fours into the living room. To her great displeasure, Black has no choice but to have her nose almost between Kiki's flat buttocks.

The girl is slender, taller than Camille and physically uninteresting. mistress Creole is sitting in an armchair, her legs crossed, highlighted by a short dress. She is wearing open sandals with high heels. One of her ankles is adorned with a gold bracelet with a small key on the clasp. She is chatting to two friends whom Black has seen several times before. They are as sadistic as her mistress Creole.

On seeing them arrive, Nathalie laughs heartily and the other two women make mocking remarks. mistress Creole speaks up, continuing to laugh.

"I'm the proud owner of two vicious little bitches. Black, I see you've met your new girlfriend, Kiki. I hope she's washed her ass for you. Black, you're quite right. I've got two feet, so having two pets isn't a bad thing. Do you still want to be my little pet, devoted exclusively to my feet?"

Nathalie waits for Black to bark her approval.

"I'm warning you, I'm becoming more and more demanding. I'm going to give you a hard time. Are you still up for it?" Another bark of approval. "Then come and put the key to your chastity belt in its place as a token of your submission."

Salma unhooks the lead from Kiki's collar and brings Black in front of her mistress. Black respectfully places the jewel on her Creole mistress's free ankle. The latter looks at her amused and makes no effort to move her leg to make her task easier. Salma then escorts Black back to Kiki's side.

"I want my two dogs to get on well together,' explains Nathalie, while Kiki and Black, still on all fours, are mesmerised by her feet moving gently in the open sandals. 'I've noticed that dogs often sniff each other's behinds. I want you to do the same. In the evening, you must first sniff each other's asses, then lubricate them with your tongues before fitting your partner with her little tail."

Kiki and Black are seized with fear by what they have just heard. Salma positions Kiki so that her bottom is clearly visible to the three women. Then she positions Black with her nose in front of the blonde's ass. Black starts sniffing loudly.

"No, not like that. Spread her buttocks wide. Your nose must touch her ass." orders one of the guests, who stands up and pushes Black's head between the blonde's buttocks. "I'll tell you when you need to start sticking your tongue in there."

Black gives a small bark and complies. The pink, puckered ring disgusts her with its faint scent. Without thinking and holding her breath, she applies a few licks.

In an authoritative voice, Mistress Creole demands more passion. She explains that the tongue must dig deep into the anus to prepare the plug for penetration. Black complies. It is the first time she touches another person's ass. To please her mistress, she spreads her buttocks wide and licks them with gusto. She pushes her tongue as far into the blonde's tender flesh as she can. Kiki helps her by keeping her anus open. Black feels her face turn red with shame and embarrassment as Kiki lets out a flatulence. She doesn't dare stop her licks, though.

From her seat, a guest asks if there's a slight smell of shit. Nathalie and the other guest confirm, laughing. Salma opens a window to air the room. The same woman notices that the two dogs are turning all red. The three women burst out laughing.

Camille is disgusted to be using her tongue to sodomise the bottom of a stranger who farts in her face. She doesn't understand how she can accept such degradation. At the same time, she feels an unhealthy arousal of submission and humiliation. She feels her sex lubricate even more than the ass she is preparing to receive a plug.

Satisfied, Nathalie beckons to Salma who bends down to put the tray level with Black's head. On top is a small white tail. Black inserts it into the blonde's anus.

Kiki isn't much happier when it's her turn to take care of Black's anus. She hides her displeasure, showing boundless enthusiasm in front of her Creole mistress Creole.

Out of politeness, Nathalie asks her guests if she can reward her pets by offering them her feet. Her guests nod in agreement.

Satisfied, Nathalie sits down on the sofa, her legs on the footrest. Salma brings in a tray containing two toothbrushes with toothpaste, two empty bowls, two small bottles of water and two small bottles of mouthwash. She bends down to present them to the two bitches.

"I know that dogs don't have impeccable hygiene. It's in their nature to sniff each other's asses. There's nothing we can do about it. Even though my feet are dirty, I don't want mouths and tongues full of shit touching them." explains Nathalie pedagogically. "So, before you come and clean my feet, you must first brush your teeth and clean your mouth."

Black feels a new wave of excitement wash over her as her mistress treats her in such a degrading manner. She had never imagined she would sink so low into submission. Both dogs obey.

"From now on, everything we've just done tonight, you'll have to do yourselves while you wait for me. I've installed a camera to keep an eye on you. If I see any of you not following my instructions correctly, you will be punished. The offender will have to eat her friend's ass while the other tends to my feet." Explains Nathalie as the two dogs finish washing their mouths.

She gives the order to come and take off her shoes. After a slight start from the electric shock, Kiki and Black rush to a foot each like starving animals. Black feels violent anal pain. She gives a little cry and looks at her mistress in astonishment.

"You're the last to arrive. So, Kiki is the dominant dog. You have to give her priority. Only then, can you come and help yourself. You each have a foot, that should be enough." Explains the mistress Creole patiently.

Black waits a moment before taking off the shoes on the free foot. The discussion resumes between the three women. Kiki and Black look at each other warily from time to time.

Nathalie is delighted to have a pet on each foot. She has the impression that each is doing her utmost to give the best performance. This public humiliation session and the competition she senses between her two dogs excites her. Once her guests leave, she goes to her room with her two poodles and calls Salma.

The Moroccan woman immediately understands the situation. She delicately removes her mistress's dress and panties. With her hands behind her back, she works her way through the bushy black fleece to reach her love pit. She starts off with a few gentle strokes of her tongue on the big lips. The two pets each take a foot.

Nathalie gives herself several orgasms and finishes by sending Salma to eat her ass. She is aware that the young girl will discover a rather shitty ass. This adds to her excitement for her final orgasm. As usual, Salma makes it perfectly clean, inside and out.

Black and Kiki are delighted to feel their mistress Creole's orgasms through the feet that they cherish. They feel the feet tense under their tongues, the toes twitching in their mouths as she orgasms.

While Nathalie showers, Black follows Kiki into the kitchen to get under the table. The layout is changed so that the two girls can settle in. As soon as the black legs appear, they each grab a foot for inspection. With a gesture, Kiki informs Black that a pedicure is required.

At the table, Nathalie thinks about the situation. A delicious shiver runs down her spine to her sex and anus. Two young students who could be her daughters come to see her of their own free will. They agree to be publicly subjected to her vicious whims just for the privilege of cleaning her feet with their young tongues.

The two girls are now under this table, all tightly packed and in an uncomfortable position to do her toenails while she eats quietly. She smiles at the thought of her two pets giving her a perfect pedicure, while she moves her feet to suit herself and without any consideration for their work. The idea excites her so much that she decides to give herself another orgasm after lunch. She imagines with delight new perversions to inflict on her young submissives.

She considers making them eat from bowls. She would put her dirty feet in their food and the two dogs would come and eat directly from her feet. The idea makes her shiver with pleasure, but no. She has no desire to put her feet in food.

She imagines a competition between the two pets. The winner would have access to her feet and the other would watch. Again, no. She would deprive herself of the pleasure of having both at her feet.

Under the table, Kiki and Black notice the feet react to their mistress's shivers of pleasure.

Nathalie has a new thought. She must make them hate each other cordially. She will put them in competition. Every day, she will award a point to one of the two dogs. Every three weeks, the one with the most points will become the dominant dog. She will be entitled to an orgasm.

Nathalie will offer her feet, and the loser will have to make her come with her tongue, either vaginally or anally, depending on the winner's desire.

With a touch of injustice, Nathalie will manage to make her two submissives the best enemies in the world. Points are awarded according to clearly defined criteria: the prettiest, most enthusiastic, most obedient bitch and the one who gives her the most pleasure.

After she offers another series of orgasms, Nathalie explains the rules of her new perverse game. The girls listen religiously and look at each other warily.

Every day, the two girls arrive with elegant make-up and perfect hair. In front of the camera, each shows enthusiasm for licking the other's ass. From time to time, Nathalie punishes one of them for bad behaviour. She is deliberately unfair to increase the tension between the two girls.

Nathalie enjoys the situation. She now has two bitches ready to do anything to serve her to the best of their ability, to give her maximum pleasure. Despite all her efforts, the two girls get on better and better. She just doesn't get it. One evening, while watching a film with her two poodles at her feet, she has a revelation. They are submissive, they accept their fate and injustice. As a dominant woman, Nathalie would fight to crush the other and take the best place, not submissive. They just want to serve their mistress, that's all.

Just as Nathalie gets home from a long day at work, her phone rings. Salma brings with Kiki and Black, at Nathalie's feet. On a simple command, the dogs begin their usual treatments. They gently massage her feet, lovingly sucking on each toe and tugging lightly with their mouths to relieve any muscular tension. Meanwhile, a relaxed Nathalie answers the phone.

"Are you her mother?... Yes,... she's here... Her name is Kiki...." Replies Nathalie, intrigued by this unexpected call.

At the same time, she feels Kiki's mouth hesitate over her foot and her little hands tighten slightly around it. As she listens, Nathalie looks down at the young blonde dog. She gives her a worried, almost pleading look. With a reassuring smile and a slight nod, Nathalie encourages her to continue her cleaning work with her tongue.

"She's my foot slave... Of course... Right now, she's removing the dirt from between my toes... She only uses her tongue." She explains with provocative calm. After a long silence of listening, Nathalie concludes the conversation with a simple: "Good idea."

The call comes from Kiki's mother. She wants to know what her daughter does with her evenings away from home. Nathalie doesn't try to hide the truth. On the contrary, she feels shivers of excitement as she describes to the woman, in no uncertain terms, that her daughter becomes her personal foot slave. The woman seems delighted by this news. She suggests a ceremony so that Kiki can officially and publicly ask to become her mistress's feet slave. The idea appeals to Nathalie as much as it excites her.

She asks Salma to bring her vibrator. Nathalie lies down on the sofa. Salma undresses her and settles between her thighs. She begins by kissing her Creole mistress's black sex.

Nathalie shivers with pleasure. She appreciates the Moroccan woman's expert tongue and imagines the organisation of the ceremony.

Kiki and Black each take care of one of their mistress Creole's feet. They feel the toes tense up and twitch in their mouths under the effect of the pleasure. Totally aroused, Nathalie grabs Salma by the hair to place her mouth on her ass.

Nathalie inserts the dildo into her pussy and places the vibrating part on her clitoris. As usual, the Moroccan begins by kissing the dark, slightly soiled hole, which opens and closes to the rhythm of her lover's waves of pleasure. Salma places her lips on the anus, sucks lightly and thrusts her tongue back and forth until she penetrates it completely.

Black passionately sucks on the big toe as she would on a penis and caresses the sole of the foot, which is covered in lovely wrinkles. Kiki slides her tongue from the toes to the heel. Nathalie gives herself multiple orgasms. Salma suffocates, her head crushed between her mistress's powerful buttocks, which tighten every time she cums.

Kiki, whose real name is Florence, is the youngest in her family. Her parents have an unconventional relationship.

Early on, her mother Edith discovers that her future husband, André, has a small penis and is unable to use it properly to satisfy a woman. She decides to end their relationship.

André, madly in love with this beautiful woman, begs her to marry him and have children with him. Edith hesitates for a long time. André promises to do everything for her happiness. In the face of such insistence, she agrees, but only under certain strict conditions.

He must provide her with a very comfortable financial income so that she can live like a princess. He must agree never to have traditional sexual relations with her and must wear a chastity cage at all times. He must agree to allow his wife to have as many lovers as she wishes. He must submit entirely to her requests, orders and desires.

From the start of their marriage, André welcomes his wife's lovers into their home and serves them like a servant. Once the lover leaves, he rushes to Edith. She sometimes allows him to clean her sex, still wet with her lover's sperm, with his tongue. It's the only form of sex he can have with her.

Once a week, Edith removes the chastity cage, giving him thirty seconds to cum before putting it back on. Over time, she reduces this time to five seconds, turning André into a premature ejaculator who reaches orgasm almost instantly after the cage is removed.

Overcome with desire for his wife, André agrees to do everything she asks. He even sucks Edith's lovers if they lack vigour. He often massages and kisses his wife's feet while she flirts with other men. When she's menstruating and can't receive her lovers, he offers her cunnilingus while she watches pornographic films. If she's constipated, he licks her anus and sodomises her with his tongue to help her shit. Edith allows herself everything with him.

She has no desire to have children. At her husband's insistence, she gives in again, on condition that their children are educated to serve their mother.

She has had two daughters with two different lovers.

The first, Muriel, grows into a pretty, shapely young woman. The second, Florence, is a bland beauty with a long, unfeminine body. The two children's youth is spent serving their mother and doing everything to please her. With their father, they clean the house, prepare and serve the meal. They wait on their feet for their mother to finish eating before clearing the table and eating in turn.

The daughters are always delighted to fulfil their mother's wishes. They go out of their way to satisfy her every desire and take a great joy in giving her pleasure. When Edith comes home from an afternoon's shopping, her two daughters rush over to take off her shoes and put on her slippers. They always offer to massage her feet if she wants.

They are always happy when their mother agrees to receive a massage. They are eager to see their mother enjoy a shoulder, temple or facial massage. Edith is stingy with her compliments and just smiles when she is satisfied with her daughters.

For her eighteenth birthday, Muriel offers her mother more delicate pleasures in a roundabout way. Edith accepts, turning her eldest daughter into a sex slave totally devoted to her selfish pleasure.

A few months later, Florence comes of age and offers to serve her mother in a more sensual way. Edith refuses. She explains to her daughter that she is not as pretty or as well-built as her older sister. Florence argues that she can look after certain parts of her mother's body without her being visible. Her mother replies bluntly that she would rather have her ass kissed by a beautiful woman than an ugly one. She adds that she likes to feel her sister's beautiful breasts rubbing against her when she strokes her anus with her tongue.

Florence makes no secret of her disappointment. Muriel, who loves her younger sister, intercedes on her behalf with their mother. She agrees to a compromise. She allows her second daughter to show her devotion by becoming her foot slave.

Florence is trained to love being at her mother's feet and to cherish them. After a few months, her mother denies her access to her toes and suggests that she look for another woman to serve. Florence discovers Nathalie's announcement and becomes Kiki a few weeks later.

Nathalie welcomes Edith, accompanied by her eldest daughter, to discuss the organisation of the ceremony. Edith, a ravishing woman in her forties, still looks striking. Elegantly dressed, she moves with natural grace. Muriel, her daughter, is her perfect reflection, a tall blonde with blue eyes and harmonious feminine forms.

In the living room, Muriel instinctively sits at her mother's feet, resting her head tenderly on her thigh. After introductions, Nathalie explains how the remote control works and invites her guest to try it out. Curious, Edith agrees. She examines the buttons carefully before giving the order to bring in the foot slaves.

Salma appears, holding Kiki and Black on a leash. At the sight of her mother, Kiki blushes with shame, red from head to toe. On all fours, wearing only a plug, a collar, a chastity belt and sporting a headband with poodle ears, she is the embodiment of total submission. Yet deep inside her, a fragile hope persists, that her mother will ask her to come home.

Edith observes her daughter with detached curiosity. She has no regrets about entrusting her to a new mistress. Florence, with her flat figure, small breasts and plain face, is nothing remarkable. Neither ugly nor beautiful, she is simply charmless.

She gives the order to remove the shoes. Amused, she watches Kiki and Black flinch under the effect of the electrical impulses. As she resumes her conversation with Nathalie, she glances at the two submissives fascinated by the black feet of their Mistress Creole.

Nathalie wiggles them with calculated nonchalance, fanning the flames of excitement in her pets. Edith stares at the feet: they are beautiful, sensual and sexy. Distractedly, she places a hand near Muriel's mouth, which she quickly covers with kisses.

Edith gives the order to suck the toes. She gloats as the two dogs shudder under the electric shock, before each rush to a foot. Kiki and Black apply themselves with all-consuming passion, their lips and tongues enveloping Nathalie's toes in a frenzied dance.

"I'm sorry about the smell, but my two gourmands love it so much that I leave them my dirty feet after my day's cycling. How can I refuse them this whim? My toes are their evening delight when they are tasty. They give them back to me spotless." Says Nathalie, falsely annoyed

"I'm happy to see that my daughter finds her place." Edith replies with a big smile.

The discussion drags on, punctuated by the commands Edith sends out via the remote control. A shiver goes through her every time she sees the two girls flinch under the electric bite and obey her instructions without delay.

Nathalie make up her mind: no more orgasms for her two poodles until the ceremony. As for Kiki, she receives a delicate task: to make customised invitations for each guest. The list is short and carefully chosen: Oceane, Aunt Rosa, Kiki's family and the members of the reading circle. Over time, the group has undergoes a metamorphosis. It now brings together seven dominatrixes, each with a devoted submissive.

Florence makes an appointment with each guest to hand-deliver the invitations. She appears in a mackintosh, dog ears perched on her head, and holds out the letter with a whispered proposal: look after the hostess's feet while she discovers the message. None of them refuse except her mother. Kiki then hands over the remote control and drops the mackintosh, revealing only her canine ornaments.

Sometimes the woman is alone, savouring Kiki's caresses. At other times, she is accompanied by her submissive, who may either remain in a corner of the room to observe, or participate by massaging and kissing her mistress. The reading rarely lasts less than a good hour on each visit.

Mrs Ming opens the doors of her vast residence for the ceremony. Nestled away from the city, the property sits behind a thick hedge, the perfect plant barrier for discretion. The dress code for the day is dominance and submission. The female slaves, kept on a leash, wear nothing but sexy underwear, their bodies open to view.

On this beautiful sunny morning, Mrs Ming and Nathalie give their guests a warm welcome. Further on, near the front door, Kiki's parents greet them. Edith catches the eye in a black leather suit, cut with precision and emphasising every curve of her figure.

A large hat casts a mysterious shadow over her abysmal blue eyes, while her slightly wavy blonde hair brushes her shoulders with grace.

Beside her, André stands out in a deep blue, impeccably tailored three-piece suit. But what really catches the eye is the daring opening of his trousers, revealing his sex encased in a chastity cage that is both provocative and austere.

A leash, delicately wrapped around Edith's wrist, binds this metal prison to her mistress, a symbol of authority as subtle as it is irrefutable.

Edith walks up to each guest, giving them a warm embrace and a bright smile. Her wide, confident movements tug at the lead, forcing André to follow the rhythm of her hips in a constrained dance. The submissives escorting the guests are invisible to her.

A lesbian couple, Manon and Juliette, opens the ball. Both in their thirties, they met at university. Over time, their relationship evolved into one of domination. Juliette gradually turned into a sex slave, completely submissive to Manon's desires.

She has made countless amorous conquests, relegating her companion to the status of a mere sex toy. Sometimes Juliette even waits under the bed, forced to listen to Manon's lovemaking with her lovers above her.

Juliette has always lived in fear of being abandoned. To keep Manon, she bends over backwards, indulging her every whim and trying to please her at all costs. For her part, Manon gets used to this lack of effort in their relationship, taking full advantage of her partner's devotion.

One evening, at a party, an attractive woman began courting Manon in front of Juliette. At first, her advances were discreet, almost imperceptible. But as the evening wore on, the stranger ended up kissing Manon full on the lips, without Juliette showing the slightest reaction.

The woman then invited them to her home. There, she made love to Manon, while Juliette, relegated to a passive role, was used to satisfy the two one-night lovers. The next morning, Juliette, in tears, begged Manon not to leave her. She swore she would accept anything, endure anything to keep her. Manon nodded, intrigued. Since then, she has been testing Juliette's limits, without ever managing to reach them. This morning, Juliette finds a strange comfort in the leash that binds her to Manon.

It's Veronique's turn to introduce herself, a voluptuous young blonde whose curves are an irresistible eye-catcher. She strides confidently forward, keeping a leash on a slender brunette, Lola, who towers over her by a head.

Lola, with her discreet beauty and shy look, seems fragile. She wears indecently high stilettos, a choice imposed by Veronique to exaggerate their difference in stature and underline her own authority. Veronique acquired Lola at a submissive auction, a clandestine market where Lola, trembling but resigned, found herself sold to this implacable mistress.

Since then, Veronique has modelled her as she pleases: every day, she puts her through hours of physical training to maintain a firm, sculpted body that meets her exacting standards.

Veronique claims to be single with a casual smile. Lola is merely utilitarian, a functional presence to take care of the day-to-day and fill the gaps between her amorous conquests.

For Lola, submission is a vital necessity. Without an authority figure to guide her, she loses herself in inner chaos, consumed by a paralysing anxiety. When Veronique dictates, Lola feels an almost mystical calm. She carries out the most thankless tasks with silent devotion, her cheeks sometimes flushed with effort or shame.

Homosexuality is never in Lola's nature. Before Veronique, her fantasies are not about women. Yet she offered herself without resistance to this mistress with her magnetic charisma. It isn't carnal desire that drives her, but a primal need for total abandonment.

When Veronique grabs her by the chin to give her an order or force her to satisfy her most intimate whims, Lola obeys with an almost religious fervour. Just yesterday, she has spent the night massaging Veronique's feet after a hectic evening, eyes downcast, murmuring a barely audible 'thank you' when her mistress deigns to pat her on the head. Veronique fulfils her need to be controlled, so she willingly submits to her pretty mistress's every wish.

Now a brunette woman enters the scene. Colette, well into her forties, possesses an imposing figure. There's nothing exceptional about her face, but she exudes a raw, almost magnetic charm, carried by an authority that imposes itself.

At her side, or rather in her shadow, walks Lucie, a young African woman with ebony skin glistening in the sunlight. Barely out of her teens, she is captivatingly gentle: shy eyes, full lips and prominent cheekbones frame a face of fragile beauty.

Her red lace underwear emphasises her flawless body, with firm, generous breasts, a flat stomach and round, muscular buttocks as if carved from stone. This exotic allure, combined with a palpable vulnerability, made her a perfect target for predators in search of docile prey.

Colette, a social worker by profession, took Lucie in years ago, when she was just a lost teenager. As an adult, the young woman found herself at a loss, unable to navigate the world on her own. She begged Colette to continue to look after her, to offer her the security of a refuge.

Colette agreed, temporarily at first. But before long, Lucie was at her service, anticipating her every need with instinctive precision, a coffee made before she even asked for it, a house impeccably kept a respectful silence in her presence. This innate submission revealed buried desires in Colette: a pronounced taste for love between women and, even more, a growing passion for domination.

In a short space of time, Colette moulded Lucie into a docile, perfectly trained pet. She taught her to respond to silent commands. Lucie, for her part, finds a form of peace in this servitude.

Every selfish request from her mistress, whether it's to massage her shoulders after a long day or to play more intimate games, satisfies her need for protection. This morning, Lucie is beaming with happiness at the idea of being the submissive who accompanies Colette to this event. As for Colette, she puffs out her chest, proud to display this young exotic beauty like a living trophy, a symbol of her absolute control.

A Mercedes comes to a halt. The driver leaps out and opens the passenger door. Out pops a stunning brunette, the epitome of the sexy secretary of popular fantasy. Mathilde, with her slender figure and provocative allure, radiates an almost hypnotic sensuality. A medical secretary by profession, she owes her position to her impeccable physique, an asset spotted at once by Julia, a speech therapist ten years her senior, who hired her with obvious ulterior motives. Julia, initially in the role of the predatory boss, found herself helpless, subject to the will of her young employee.

Mathilde, a dominatrix at heart, relishes her conquest. She finds Julia to her liking, pretty, docile and malleable. She is amused by this willing victim who offers herself to her without resistance. A young lesbian with bewitching charisma, Mathilde is as vain as she is insatiable. Her sexual appetite is matched only by her total lack of empathy.

Beautiful and intelligent, she excels in the art of manipulation. Those who cross her path and succumb to her charm become puppets, existing only to satisfy her every desire. It is inconceivable to her to offer a simple thank you, or even a smile, to the person who does the impossible to please her. For Mathilde, the very idea of rewarding those who bend over backwards for her is absurd, almost insulting.

Julia didn't resist for long. At first fascinated by the aura of her secretary, she let herself be carried away by an all-consuming passion. Madly in love, she began to live for Mathilde, accepting everything from thankless tasks to the most intimate demands, in the illusory hope of a return of affection. This morning, as she deferentially opens the car door, she fully embodies her role as submissive, her eyes shining with an adoration that Mathilde, indifferent, doesn't even deign to notice.

Madame Bellay is the last to enter, but she is not late. Beside her, a strikingly beautiful young girl, Maya, draws attention.

Her green lace lingerie, matching the emerald hue of her eyes, emphasises her perfect figure. Yet Maya's intelligence seems to be in inverse proportion to her exceptional physique.

Brought up on social networks, she dreams of a modelling career in Paris, convinced that her natural grace and flawless curves will be enough to propel her to the top. Browsing online articles and dubious forums, she imagines that to succeed she must be willing to offer her charms to influential men and women.

Naively, she becomes close to Madame Bellay. The latter, an elegant brunette of thirty-five with piercing blue eyes, retains a beauty that makes many younger women green with envy.

Before setting up her own modelling agency in a provincial town, she had a successful career as a model in Paris, a past that fascinates Maya.

The young girl saw in her, a key to opening the doors of the big Parisian agencies. Despite the assiduity of many suitors, Madame Bellay is remained unattainable since her painful divorce a few years earlier.

Lulled by clichés, Maya imagines that homosexuality reigns supreme in the world of fashion. She decides to seduce Madame Bellay to win her favour.

A clumsy attempt, but one that coincided with her mentor's desires who was looking for a docile, submissive woman to show off in her reading circle. It was an ideal match.

Taking advantage of Maya's excessive ambition and credulity, she gradually bends her to her will. Under her orders, the young girl plays the role of a sex slave, completely devoted to her, accepting her role with increasing resignation. Madame Bellay tries to distract Maya from her dreams of Parisian glory.

Behind Kiki's parents, Muriel strides elegantly forward, tray in hand loaded with glasses of champagne that the guests grab as they pass. She looks radiant. Her bright red high heels match her garter belts, her minimalist thong and her delicately crafted lace bra.

She is genuinely excited at the prospect of spending the full day with her mother, serving her and doing her bidding. Muriel and her sister share an insatiable quest for maternal love. For them, this love manifests as soon as their mother orders them to please her or gives them permission to indulge her.

Edith is a born psychopath, incapable of feeling love for anyone but herself. Her life revolves exclusively around physical pleasure and personal comfort.

Sometimes she derives a perverse pleasure from making those around her suffer, especially those closest to her. And yet, in her own peculiar way, she possesses a twisted form of morality. It is this logic that led her to accept André's proposal of marriage, not out of affection, but to please him and keep up a façade. In the same way, she agreed to become a mother twice, even though she had never been able to feel the slightest ounce of maternal affection.

Refusing to abandon her daughters, she chooses to raise them as devoted servants. For Edith, this is the ideal compromise: it's in her interest, and her daughters still have a mother, even if she is devoid of affection.

The current situation reinforces her conviction that she has made the right choice. Thanks to comfortable financial resources, she is enjoying a life to her own taste. André, her husband, seems happy to share her life. As for her daughters, they beg her for the privilege of devoting themselves to her selfish desires, trapped in a bond they confuse with love.

Next to Muriel, Mia, the young Vietnamese woman working for Mrs Ming, stands discreetly, guiding the guests towards the living room.

Mrs Ming has won her in a poker game against her father, for a period of three months. When the three months were up, Mia begged Mrs Ming to keep her. The daughter of an inveterate gambler unable to win a single game, she refused to go back to this man who used her as a stake. He was condemning her to fall into the hands of vicious old men. These sordid experiences had disgusted her with men.

Mia, however, is not a passive victim. As an intelligent young woman with a recent degree, she is innately submissive, shaped by her upbringing and temperament. But this docility is not blind: she wants to choose to whom she submits, to offer her devotion only to someone she deeply admires.

During the three months she spent under Mrs Ming's authority, Mia got to know her. A brilliant entrepreneur, her mistress runs her world with determination, tempered by a surprising morality. She imposes her will, but looks after the welfare of those under her responsibility.

This duality fascinates Mia. Mrs Ming has used her without restraint, exploring her limits, and yet never has Mia felt more respected or freer than in her presence. Behind the authoritarian, inflexible façade, she discovered a sensual, vibrant woman, almost vulnerable in her excesses.

For Mia, staying with her has become a matter of course. She likes being close to her, anticipating her needs and complying with her demands.

Pleasing her is a source of strange joy, a mixture of servitude and admiration. Mrs Ming, for her part, accepted the offer without hesitation. As the head of a flourishing business, she lives in a world where everything must be mastered, every detail calculated.

Mia represents an exception, a breach in this rigour: a space of freedom and delirium where she can indulge herself without fear of the consequences. The young woman is her 'little pet', a constant presence, always ready to obey, to embody her most daring fantasies. And in this willing submission, Mia finds a form of peace, a refuge in the woman she admires.

In the lounge, comfortable chairs arranged in a circle await the guests. At their feet, a soft cushion is provided for each of their submissives.

Aunt Rosa, a robust woman whose elegance makes up for her unattractive physique, chats to Oceane, her confident tone echoing around the room. At their feet stands Salma. Nathalie's daughter is ravishing and keeps Black on a tight leash.

The guests take their seats. Nathalie settles into a large armchair facing the audience. She looks radiant, enhanced by a recent visit to the beautician and hairdresser. Her beige suit, with its daring neckline and short skirt, hugs her shape with precision: a generous bust, the muscular legs of a cyclist and a flat stomach.

For the occasion, she treats herself to a pair of expensive Italian pumps, the thin heels of which clacked with authority on the wooden floor. The evening before, Black and Kiki have spent their time perfecting the pedicures of their Creole mistress, her daughter and Aunt Rosa.

A solemn silence falls over the room. All eyes turn to the door. Edith enters, imposing, holding Florence on a leash. Her daughter crawls along on all fours, stripped for once of her chastity belt, a detail that does not go unnoticed. Edith, with a mixture of coldness and theatricality, guides Florence to the centre of the room and places her at Nathalie's feet. Without a word, she returns to her chair.

Mrs Ming stands beside Nathalie, erect and impassive. Behind them, Mia waits in silence, a silver tray in her hands.

"Kiki, do you wish to become your Mistress Creole's foot slave?" The lady of the house asks in a loud voice.

"Woof!"

"Kiki, do you agree to obey all the demands of your Mistress Creole? Do you agree to be publicly displayed at her pleasure? Do you swear absolute fidelity to your Mistress Creole's feet, unless she grants you a dispensation? Do you agree to total sexual abstinence in order to devote yourself fully to her service, leaving your Creole mistress the exclusive power to decide if, when and how you reach orgasm? Will you submit willingly to her every whim, whatever it may be?"

"Woof!" Repeats Kiki, her voice trembling but resolute.

"Nathalie, do you accept this young girl as your foot slave? You have no obligations towards her. You can abuse her for your own selfish pleasure." Mrs Ming asked, turning to the Caribbean woman.

"Yes." Replies Nathalie in a loud, clear voice.

Mia presents the tray to her mistress. Mrs Ming takes hold of Kiki's chastity belt and hands it to her. Under the gaze of the assembly, the young girl slips it on, then closes the padlock with a sharp click. With a gesture of devotion, she attaches the padlock key to the gold chain on her Creole mistress's ankle, sealing her oath.

Thunderous applause erupts among the guests. Mrs Ming, with an elegant wave of her hand, invites the assembly to move to another room for lunch.

Three waitresses, dressed impeccably, offer a flute of champagne to each of the mistresses, ostentatiously disdaining the submissives. In the centre of the room stands a round table, high on legs, set on a thick carpet.

The white tablecloth cascades to the floor, concealing whatever might be lurking beneath. Ten carefully arranged place settings adorn its surface, accompanied by as many high chairs with padded backs, promising refined comfort. All around, huge television screens catch the eye. Mrs Ming steps forward to speak.

"Ladies, please release your foot lickers so that they can take their places under the table. Then I invite you to raise your glasses in Nathalie's honour." Says Mrs Ming in a tone that is both authoritative and suave.

A waitress pulls out a high chair and lifts up a section of the tablecloth, revealing a dark passageway to the space hidden beneath. Immediately, Salma, Kiki and Black get down on all fours and disappear one by one into the shadows, the others following slightly worried, under the imperious gaze of their mistresses.

Maya, disorientated, hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching the room for an explanation. Mrs Bellay, implacable, slaps her across the face, the slap echoing in the tense silence.

"Obey, and above all, don't embarrass me. I'm the guest and you're my foot licker. You don't belong with the guests. You hear Mrs Ming. The foot-lickers stay under the table." Orders her mistress in a firm, booming voice.

Red-faced with shame and humiliation, the young girl lowers her eyes and takes her turn crawling under the table.

The space is surprisingly generous, large enough to accommodate all the submissives. The height of the table means they can even sit down without difficulty. The thick tablecloth, like a bulwark, filters the light and muffles the sounds of the outside world.

Under this hushed shelter, the women organise themselves as best they can to avoid getting in each other's way, their discreet movements contrasting with the muffled sounds of toasting, animated conversation and bursts of laughter filtering in from outside.

A waitress brings Mrs Ming a remote control. Under the table, a blinding light suddenly bursts forth, dazzling the submissives. Tiny cameras, cleverly hidden under the tray at the height of each plate, capture what happens and transmit the images onto screens.

With an elegant gesture, Mrs Ming invites the guests to take their seats for lunch. The submissives, still confused by the light, see pairs of legs appear. Once everyone sits, Mrs Ming grabs a microphone. Her voice is clear and authoritative. A loudspeaker hidden beneath relays her explanations to the submissives.

"Ladies, I'm delighted to welcome you to my home to share this great moment together.

We gather around this table for an exceptional lunch prepared by one of the region's renowned Michelin-starred chefs. For this day to be a complete success, we must respect the aspirations and natural place of each of us. That's why we give our foot lickers the privilege of sharing this wonderful experience with us."

Mrs Ming's voice changes tone.

"You submissives, I know you are happy to be under the table for the duration of the meal. You'll have the honour of looking after our feet. We know how cramped you are, forced into uncomfortable positions.

It's a necessity so that you can pamper our soles while we enjoy this excellent meal. We're aware that it's going to take a long time, that your joints will likely stiffen up and that you'll feel the need to go to the toilet.

You must ignore these inconveniences to devote yourself entirely to our toes for our pleasure. Under the table, the heat will become stifling. The smell of our feet mixed with the sweat from your bodies will create a suffocating stench. The situation will be painful, but we expect you to keep our satisfaction your top priority at all times.

You are down there for the sole purpose of pleasing us. Your discomfort, suffering and frustration are the price you have to pay for our selfish pleasure.

We, meanwhile, will taste fine food, enjoy the best wines, chat and laugh amongst ourselves. For us, you are just additional entertainment.

We'll sometimes forget you're even there at our feet, your pitiful efforts to please us. Yet you must consider your place here a great honour.

Obeying our orders, serving our toes, doing everything to please us at every second must be the supreme objective of your existence. Your intoxication must come from the smell of our feet. your raison d'être, your greatest pride, must be to wring a shiver of pleasure from us by pampering our feet with devotion.

So as not to disturb our conversations, you must not make any noise. When instructed to do so, you will move about without ever touching a guest, so as not to disturb her. You should be aware that there are cameras films you at all times."

Under the table, everyone gradually becomes aware of their state of absolute submission. They begin to perceive the abyss that separates the women seated around the table from those relegated below.

Mrs Ming's scathing words deeply humiliate them; they feel demeaned, publicly exposed as insignificant beings. Even in private, few experience such contempt. Yet none of them dare to rebel. Worse still, a strange, almost shameful sexual excitement creeps over them despite their discomfort.

The idea of organising this meal comes from Nathalie. Mrs Ming welcomes the proposal enthusiastically, although she has many reservations. She feared that some of the submissives will not give in so easily to this staging, worrying that the day will turn into a fiasco.

But at the table, the women are savouring Mrs Ming's words, both excites by her confidence and amazed at the docility of their submissives, which exceeds all their expectations.

The microphone remains on as a waitress explains the menu to the guests. Under the table, the forgotten women listen to the menu, saliva rising to their lips. Their stomachs rumble, cruelly empty. Ms. Ming speaks again, unperturbed.

"We've noticed that your shoes and underwear bother you. Take them off and slip them under the tablecloth. You will then be completely naked. To prevent any temptation, we provide you with chastity belts fitted with padlocks, as well as plugs."

The waitresses' hands emerge from under the tablecloth to hand out ten envelopes bearing the inscription: "Mistress xxx's foot licker".

It's an orgy of female bodies trying to undress in silence, taking care not to touch the legs or feet of the guests.

By habit, Black and Kiki are the first to be ready. They have already put on their little tails. Despite their best efforts, Lucie, Mia, Muriel and Maya struggle to insert their plugs in. It's a stainless steel model, long and tapered, reminiscent of a playing card spade, but with a widely rounded tip. The part around the anus, on the other hand, remains very thin.

At the table, starters are served and irrepressible laughter erupts at the spectacle unfolding beneath their feet. The waitresses do their best to keep a straight face. Mrs Ming cuts the microphone and, in a calm tone, addresses her guests and asks them a question.

"I have the impression that we have four young girls who are still virgin asses. Could you point out the ones who might be able to help them?"

Edith raises her hand confidently. Mrs Ming hands her the microphone.

"Florence, help your sister. She's not used to shoving things up her ass." Edith says in a direct tone before handing back the microphone.

On the TV screen, Kiki takes charge of Muriel. She positions her on all fours, legs apart, then gently spreads her buttocks. She expertly licks her anus, sliding her tongue in to loosen it up. Once the orifice is relaxed, she grabs the lubricant provided, generously coats the stainless steel plug with it and introduces it by surprise. Muriel lets out a small cry of astonishment, provoking hilarity from the women seated at the table.

It is Mrs Bellay's turn to grab the microphone.

"Maya, you just seen how to do it. Do the same with Colette's foot licker. Above all, don't hesitate to fuck her with your tongue to make penetration easier. Do to her what you did to me last night."

Mrs Bellay puts the microphone back, her face slightly flushed, and explains to the other diners, with an embarrassed smile, that Maya has a natural talent for penetrating her ass with her tongue. Intrigued, the women at the table turn towards the screen, curious to see the young girl at work. But Black, poorly placed, obstructs their view.

Maya is taken aback. Her cheeks flush with shame. She quickly pulls herself together. She has no idea who Colette's foot licker is. The young African beckons to her, settling down on all fours like Muriel before her. Without waiting, she spreads her buttocks herself, offering unobstructed access to her dark anus. For Maya, this is a first. She has never touched a woman other than Mrs Bellay. She has never considered herself a lesbian.

If she gives in to Mrs Bellay's desires, it's always in private, with the sole aim of furthering her career. She gives herself in public only at reading circle meetings.

She is surprised to feel sexually aroused in the midst of this all-female assembly, despite her disgust at the very idea of touching the African's black ass. Determined not to compromise her efforts with Mrs Bellay, she delicately slides her tongue over the African woman's anus. She tries to penetrate it lightly with the tip of her tongue. It resists.

Lucie shudders with pleasure, burning with the desire to masturbate. Her hand hits the chastity belt, preventing her from enjoying herself. Concentrating, she does her utmost to relax and open her rectum. Maya coats the plug with lubricant, slides it in gently, moves it back and forth a few times and then, with a confident movement, puts it in place. Lucie is grateful and gives her a smile and a nod.

At her owner's behest, Lucie takes Maya into her care. At the table, Colette intervenes.

"My submissive isn't used to licking an ass, but this is the perfect opportunity for her to learn."

The social worker admits that she has never dared ask her for this kind of attention. However, inspired by Mrs Bellay's words, she vows to change that.

Finally, Oceane picks up the microphone.

"Black, show me you can lick an ass as well as you can lick my feet. Take care of Mia."

Black does so with ease. In a few moments, the plug finds its place in the Vietnamese woman's anus, sliding in without resistance under her precise movements.

Mrs Ming then spikes again into the microphone.

"Above your heads, a tablet indicates the place assigned to each foot licker. Read it over and get into position."

Under the table, a screen lights up, revealing two columns. The first, entitled 'Foot licker of', and the second, 'Stand in front of', assigns a mistress to each submissive. Intrigued, they scan the screen, realising to their surprise that they will not be placed in front of their own mistress' feet.

they try to guess whose legs stand in front of them. The movement begins in total chaos. The bodies brush against each other, press together, and mingle in a tangle of flesh, mingling in a tangle of flesh. Without a word, they communicate by gesture.

At the table, the guests, captivated, follow the show on the screens. Laughter erupts at the clumsy efforts of the women as they wiggle under their feet.

Mrs Ming concludes her explanation.

"Each guest has a control box that allows her to transmit her orders directly under the table. In front of each of you, a small screen will soon light up, displaying precise instructions for submitting to her desires.

Here are the possible requests: a light or energic foot massage, sensual caresses, kisses, toe sucking, running your tongue between toes, a full foot lick or a heel nibble. If she demands 'the whole', you need to mobilise your tongue, lips, hands and mouth to give her absolute pleasure. If she asks you to clean her foot, your tongue will explore every nook and cranny until it's perfectly immaculate. If she decides to use you as a footrest, you'll make your breasts, buttocks or back available to her, as she pleases, so that she can rest her feet comfortably on them.

When a guest wishes to leave the table, she will send you a signal to put her shoes back on.

It may happen that a guest tires of giving you the privilege of serving her feet. She will then let you know, and you will be strictly forbidden to have any contact with her. In both these cases, the notice board will automatically reassign you to another guest. This means that several of you could end up worshipping the same woman's feet.

To ensure that you can concentrate fully on the task at hand, your plug will emit a mild electric shock each time you change instructions.

To spare us the weariness of feeling the same hands caressing our feet, the same tongue brushing our skin or the same lips lingering on our toes, you will be regularly moved to honour a new pair of feet.

The guests have every right over you. Your only duty is to obey, to worship the feet of the woman in front of you and to give her maximum pleasure.

We have complete freedom. You, on the other hand, have none. If a guest judges your performance to be inadequate, she can give you a series of painful electric shocks. On the other hand, if we're happy with your foot-slaving skills, we can reward you with a pleasant vibration.

Finally, your performance will be assessed. We'll give you points or take them away as we see fit. At the end of the meal, your final score will seal your fate: a reward for the most deserving, a punishment for the rest."

The week before, Mrs Ming has instructed all the mistresses that their submissives should be deprived of orgasms in order to keep their arousal at its peak for the day of the ceremony.

This morning, a drink embellished with a harmless drug is served to each submissive. This complex substance, nicknamed 'pink powder', is designed to exacerbate libido. The effect is startling.

Under the table, the women, overwhelmed by a burning desire, face the frustration of not being able to release their hindered sex.

Mrs Ming's words, reminding them of their absolute submission, only inflame their inner fever. Even those who normally feel little attraction to women's feet are consumed with impatience at the idea of serving a mistress, hoping to relieve this all-consuming tension. The same drug, subtly mixed with champagne, was also offered to the guests.

When Mrs Ming's explanation finishes, the control tablets unlock. Under the table, messages flood in. The foot-lickers rush to remove the heeled pumps, and above all the many black leather boots, the symbol of domination chosen by most of the mistresses present.

The sunny morning has heated the leather in which the bare feet soak. A powerful smell, a mixture of sweat and leather, invades the confined space under the table. Above, some of the women, slightly ticklish, remove their feet from the nimble hands that handle them, before handing them back again.

Maya can't believe she kneels in front of Aunt Rosa's oversized feet. She, who rightly considers herself the most beautiful woman present, finds herself reduced to staring at the feet of this hideous woman. Reluctantly, she removes the heeled pumps and slides them under the seat. The screen then reads 'caresses and kisses'. She hesitates, repulsed. She fantasises more about a nice hard cock to suck before getting her pussy fucked.

At the dinner table, Aunt Rosa, delighted and excited, watches on the screen as this sublime young woman prepares to pamper her feet. But her pleasure is tinged with annoyance when she sees her grimace and procrastinate over her big black feet.

To punish her, she activates an electric shock via the tablet. Then, with a decisive gesture, she changes the instruction to 'clean the feet'. Aunt Rosa is determined to inflict as many painful shocks as necessary to break down any resistance.

Maya jumps and lets out a high-pitched scream under the bite of the pain, a suffering she never imagined. Glancing at the screen, she notices the change in order. Terrified at the thought of another jolt, she lunges for the big toe and takes it in her mouth. A pungent, powerful taste invades her taste buds, while the heady odour saturates her nostrils. Her hands, trembling, touch the sole of the foot. To her surprise, the skin is soft, almost silky. Gradually, she finds herself imagining that she sucks a small cock. The thought gives her a strange pleasure. Driven by fear, she slides her tongue between each toe, meticulously cleaning away the accumulated dirt. She continues, licking every nook and cranny of the foot until the salty taste of sweat disappears completely.

Aunt Rosa is ecstatic and jubilant. With her other foot, she caresses Maya's firm, youthful breasts, savouring her submission. Little by little, Maya revises her judgement. These feet, huge though they are, are impeccable and sexy, with their unexpected softness. Taking care of them is no more unpleasant than serving Mrs Bellay's.

At the table, the women comment loudly on the service they receive. Some are satisfied, others less so. On the board, the points are displayed in real time.

Black looks after Veronique. Her feet, tiny compared to those of her Creole mistress, seem almost fragile in her hands. She applies herself, offering a sensual massage, her fingers gliding over them with precision. Her heart races when a message appears on the screen: 'the whole'. Encouraged, she runs her tongue delicately between each toe, savouring the shivers of pleasure that shake the blonde under her attentions.

Colette, intrigued, asks Manon if her submissive is used to being at her feet. Manon replies that it's not at a woman's feet that Juliette displays the full extent of her talent. However, she has to admit that Mia's lips send delicious shivers of pleasure down her spine, a sensation she never suspects.

A beep sounds. In a silent ballet, the submissives exchange places. On the other side of the table.

Mrs Ming pays Colette a compliment. "Your young black bitch is remarkably well trained. She gives me as much pleasure as my little Vietnamese girl." Colette nods, flattered.

Colette smiles, her chest swelling with pride. "Lucie is a natural. She learns quickly and adores pleasing me. I've barely had to train her. She just knows what I want."

Lola sucks gently on Colette's toes, caressing the sole of her foot with a slow, deliberate touch. At first glance, she has judged this woman to be banal, almost insipid. Yet she discovers large, flawless feet: silky skin with delicate little wrinkles under the arch.

To her own surprise, an unexpected pleasure awakens in her as her tongue roams over this softness. She is thrills to feel her feet responding to her attentions. Her efforts are rewarded by a series of vibrations that begin in her anus and travel in waves to her vagina. By reflex, her hand slides towards her clitoris, but collides with the chastity belt. The end of the vibrations amplifies her frustration. Driven by desire, Lola redoubles her efforts, caressing, kissing and sucking those mature feet in the hope of rediscovering, if only for a few seconds, that intoxicating sensation.

Another shift occurs. Kiki, her heart pounding, finds herself standing at her mother's feet. A wave of emotion overwhelms her. She hopes that the skills she has honed with her Creole teacher will pay tribute to the woman she reveres. In the back of her mind, she cherishes the dream that one day her mother will call her back to her side. The screen shows "the whole." As she reaches for the foot she deems perfect. A light electric shock strikes her rectum. The instruction reverses cruelly: "do not disturb." Kiki collapses inwardly. Those feet, which she considers the most beautiful in the world, are now off-limits. Edith, fully aware of the effect, smirks. She gently wiggles her toes, accentuating the frustration twisting her daughter's face. Distraught, Kiki joins Juliette to share Mathilde's pretty feet.

With two women at her feet, Mathilde vibrates with excitement. She asks if she can use the little vibrator she has brought with her. The women nod in amusement.

Veronique, piqued by curiosity, asks to see the object. Mathilde offers an apologetic smile: it's already in place. She holds up a black remote control and presses a button.

At her feet, Muriel, sucking her toes, perceives the waves of pleasure from the young woman through the quivering toes. It's a first for her, feeling another woman's orgasm through her feet,. a sensation that transports her.

Discreetly, Oceane slips a hand into her panties to touch her clitoris while Julia tends to her large black feet. Nathalie, sitting opposite, meets her gaze and gives her a knowing smile.

The young half-breed reaches ecstasy, stifling her breath, as furtive as a whisper. When she rests her hand on the table, Mathilde chuckles mischievously: "It's good to see I'm not the only one pleasuring myself in public!" Colette and Mrs Ming, aware of the game, burst into a hearty laugh.

"I'm not depriving myself either!" thunders Aunt Rosa in her booming voice.

The drug increases her desire tenfold, making her insatiable. Lucie, at her feet, sees those gigantic feet, which she licks from heel to toe, tense up, the toes spreading. She immediately understands that the woman is experiencing an orgasm. Lucie enjoys taking care of these soft, fleshy feet belonging to the Caribbean giant who could be her mother. The big toe fills her mouth. She savours every winkle under her tongue. She's deeply excited by submitting to this island giant.

She feels the power and protection with this woman as she does with her mistress. She has no desire to switch places. Carefully, she redoubles her efforts to offer intense pleasure, delighted as the feet quiver and arch slightly. If she dared, she'd press a foot against her sex and surrender to her own release.

Nathalie watches with subdued pride as her two pets accumulate points on the board. Juliette strokes her feet with a hesitant, clumsy hand. Eager to give her a chance, Nathalie orders: 'the whole'. Instantly, she feels the young woman's lips close over her big toe, sucking with diligent back-and-forth motions. On the screen, she sees Juliette doing her best. Her enthusiasm, though sincere, doesn't compensate for her lack of technique.

Juliette, who has never felt attracted to women's feet, is surprised by the unexpected excitement awakening in her. Being under the table, tending these women's feet, strangely channels her libido, soothing her inner turmoil. Determined to make Manon proud, she r intensifies her efforts to satisfy each mistress and earns a few precious points.

While she's being picky about Colette's feet, Maya receives a second electric shock as punishment. The heat is stifling, her body exhausted by the awkward position. All around her, the women caress and lick feet in a symphony of murmurs and sighs. The pink powder continues to inflame her libido, a relentless torment blurring her bearings. At that moment, everything breaks: her vanity vanishes, her ego collapses like a house of cards. Something shatters irreparably.

Resigned, she delicately grasps the social worker's foot and slips her tongue under her toes. An unexpected rush of pride surges through her as those mature toes clamp around her tongue, quivering with pleasure.

Mrs Ming's words echo over and over in her mind, hammering home her submission. "Your greatest pride must be in wringing a shiver of pleasure from us as you devoutly pamper our feet."

Maya fully embraces her role as submissive, leaving behind her dreams of grandeur. With a new passion, she tends to Colette's feet, determined to make her quiver again that sense of pride. Desperate, she rubs her chastity belt against the carpet, trying in vain to soothe her burning sex, a prisoner of her frustration.

As a good social worker, Colette knows how crucial it is to encourage young people's efforts. She presses the reward button. Under the table, Maya is seized by a vibration awakening within her. A shiver of pleasure washes over her, and she feverishly sucks the big toe. A long, silent howl of frustration rips through her mind as the vibration fades.

Black sets out to wring a shiver from Mrs Ming. She deploys all her skill. Her tongue glides precisely between each toe, she nibbles the Asian's heel delicately, teases the sole with light touch, then gobbles the toes in a wet caress.

Mrs Ming remains unmoved, her face betraying no emotion. She awards a few points, continuing her conversation as if nothing happens, indifferent to the effort below.

Maya stands before Edith's perfect feet. Their toes, enhanced by burgundy-red varnish and skin, soft as an infant's, exude an irresistible sensuality. For Maya, they are by far the sexiest of all those present at the table. Torn by a sexual arousal she can't quite quell, she greedily grabs the big toe and sucks.

Her teeth graze the delicate skin. Immediately, the foot slips away and by a painful electric shock strikes.

She struggles to grasp why, until Mrs Ming's words resurface: she's here to offer pleasure, not take it. Regrouping, she takes a foot tenderly, caresses it, kisses it lightly, and sucks the big toe with just lips and tongue, careful not to graze it again.

At the table, the clatter of cutlery gradually fades as the satiated diners slow down.

Bellow, the atmosphere is very different. The women, hungry and tormented, suffer the tantalising scents propelled by ventilation into their confined space.

Intoxicated by the wine, most of the guests have given in to multiple liberating orgasms. The waitresses discreetly bring them scented finger rinses.

The main course, already well under way, takes pride of place in the centre of the table, while the guests exchange animated conversations.

They seem indifferent to the furtive movements beneath. Some request for sensual caresses or massages.

Mrs Bellay demands her shoes back, slipping her feet into familiar leather with delight. Several ask not to be disturbed.

Oceane remains indifferent to the two submissive women at her feet. Mia's nimble tongue wanders sensually between her toes, caressing her foot with unsettling precision, while Lucie nibbles the heel of her other foot and massages the sole.

Absorbed in her conversation, Edith doesn't notice the efforts of her daughter Florence at her feet, who is doing her utmost to make her quiver with pleasure. Without a glance to identify the woman looking after her, Edith gives the order not to be bothered again. Kiki, disappointed, reluctantly abandons the delicate feet she cherishes so dearly. Mistaking her mother's attitude for a personal rejection, she feels a tear slides down her cheek.

The sexual excitement is palpable among the submissives. Driven by ardour and despair, they intensify their efforts with the guests who still consent to offer themselves to their attentions. Their fingers and lips work with an almost feverish fervour, tracing out eager caresses. They hope to score a few points in this humiliating game. Yet their gestures, however intense and precise, remain in vain in the face of the icy indifference above.

Guests move their feet with an almost provocative insouciance, as if the space beneath the tablecloth harboured no presence. Their feet dangle in the air, superbly unaware of the efforts being made below.

With a gesture, they pull their feet away from the hands that caress them, from the warm lips that linger on their toes, from the tongues that dance over their skin with desperate delicacy, shattering any attempt to satisfy them. Some of them casually place their feet on the bars of the high chairs, or sway them slightly, indifferent to the efforts being made by the foot-lickers to satisfy them.

The submissives adapt as best they can to these new constraints. Their bodies contort into uncomfortable angles. Their hands try to hold back a fleeting ankle, their mouths barely touching skin that slips away. They struggle to maintain their devotion in the face of this indifference that turns their task into an almost insurmountable challenge.

Mrs Ming takes the microphone again.

"We've been sitting here for over three hours. Before to cheese and dessert, we'll take a digestive walk in the forest.

Put on your mistress's walking shoes tucked under her chair.

Once we've gone, waitresses will invite you out. Take advantage to shower and spruce up. You must be impeccable, worthy of the honour of serving our feet.

Initially, we planned a light meal, but some of you show a distinct lack of expertise in the art of looking after our feet. We decided to replace the meal with a training session. Kiki and Black will teach you how to properly worship the feet of a mistress.

Naturally, when we return, you'll wait for us under the table, ready to welcome us. If the mood takes us and we're feeling generous, we'll give you our tired feet. Once again, you'll have the privilege of looking after them. We expect to see progress worthy of our expectations."

When a waitress lifts the heavy tablecloth, the room is empty. The table, impeccably cleared, bears no trace of the past feast. The submissives receive juice, spiked with pink powder. The submissives discover television screens lit up. They broadcast what has taken place under the table. The high-definition images show every detail with raw clarity: a tongue sliding over a foot, lips clutching a toe, clumsy hands attempting a massage. Nothing escapes the lens. The faces of the submissives, captured in the effort, betray their vulnerability: the make-up runs down their cheeks in dark streaks, mixed with sweat and humiliation.

A final screen reveals the points accumulated by each submissive, displayed in cold, luminous numbers. Each submissive is identified by her owner. Juliette, Lola and Maya stare at the screen, their hearts clenching as they take in the evidence: their scores are miserable.

Maya freezes, breathless, as a waitress walks past. The figure looked familiar, an old acquaintance, a girl she used to mock unabashedly for her eccentric taste in clothes. The waitress, with a wry smile on her lips, approaches and leans towards Maya. Her whisper slips into her ear like a fine blade: "You look really good on television." These seemingly innocuous words hit Maya hard, shattering whatever fragile vestige of self-esteem she has left. She stands there, petrified, as the weight of humiliation drags her into a silent abyss.

A waitress escorts the women to the bathroom, their footsteps echoing in the silent corridor. They become aware of the sweat sticking to their skin from hours sweating. To save time, they spontaneously decide to shower together, crowded under the warm water jets. The effect of the pink powder is instantaneous: a wave of excitement overwhelms their senses, annihilating all restraint. They brush against each other, caressing each other, their hands gliding over damp skin, but their movements are hampered by the chastity belts around their hips.

Once dry, Florence and Camille, who are more experienced, take the lead. With quiet confidence, they provide a few precise tips on how to make their mistresses sigh with pleasure. Their advices, mixed with quick demonstrations, captivate the attention of the others, who nod, eager to learn. Before they return to their places under the table, the waitresses reappear, bearing plates of mixed salad. A meagre comfort before plunging back into the shadows.

As Maya slips under the table, her former acquaintance, who is holding the tablecloth, says to her discreetly but with scathing irony: "Congratulations on your upward social mobility."

Under the table, the wait stretches on and on. The effect of the pink powder reaches its peak, heightening the senses. The girls are impatient, waiting for their mistresses to return so that they can finally lavish their care on them. At last, the first legs appear.

With a sigh of satisfaction, the guests settle down at the table. It's been a pleasant walk, but they can't wait to get rid of their shoes and feel a cool tongue soothe their hot, sweaty feet. Some of the more experienced ladies are already anticipating the delight of a tongue sliding between their toes, gently separating them from each other. Under the table, screens display requests for foot cleaning. The feverish submissives remove their shoes and socks. An odour fills the confined space. Mouths and tongues are eagerly activated.

Maya fully embraces her submissive condition. Her mental barriers collapse. Unconsciously, she has linked her overflowing libido to these feminine feet that she now cherishes. She takes on the role of licker with devotion. Her tongue, young and eager, greedily runs over Nathalie's large feet. She cleans them with obsessive meticulousness, savouring every moment. A wave of pride sweeps over her when the other foot, still marked by the walk, tenderly caressed her cheek in a sign of approval, before resting on her shoulder. Eyes shining, Maya stares into the camera with a brilliant smile and presses her lips against the sole of the foot resting on her.

Nathalie is moved by the girl's smile and reaction. She orders her to give her the full treatment. With the tip of her tongue, Maya teases the sole of the foot, alternating between light tickling and delicate kissing, in a sensual and attentive dance. Under the influence of the pink powder, the Caribbean woman slides a hand towards her sex, seeking her own pleasure. Maya senses this furtive gesture behind the tablecloth and redoubles her efforts, determined to deliver a perfect ecstasy. For the first time, she feels a woman's orgasm through the quivering feet she worships.

Maya is overwhelmed by an all-consuming sexual excitement, a fire that consumes her without respite. She takes pride in the pleasure she offers this guest. She just feels like an insignificant object at the service of this woman's whim. Feeling Nathalie's orgasm through the quivering of her feet stirs her desire, a wild impulse that runs through her and binds her to her submissive condition. As Nathalie's orgasm subsides, her feet gradually ceasing to quiver under Maya's tongue, the plug nestled in her ass suddenly awakens, as if revived by this release. Its slow, deep vibrations begin again, amplifying Maya's confusion as her mistress comes down from ecstasy. In this total surrender, Maya sinks into the idea that she is nothing more than a docile instrument, an insignificant creature whose existence boils down to serving. This absolute submission, this insignificance that she embraces, becomes the core of her sexual arousal, a spiral where her own pleasure mingles with the degradation of her place. She trembles on the brink of orgasm, never reaching it, trapped in a delicious tension that reduces her even further. She longs to plunge back into this sensation, this vertigo where absolute devotion wrings a shiver of pleasure from the mistress she serves.

At the dinner table, Nathalie enthusiastically shares the young girl's progress.

"When she had to go under the table, I was afraid Maya would refuse. I had to motivate her." Explains a delighted Mrs Bellay. "And when I saw her starting with Tante Rosa, I wasn't really reassured."

"It's true that she was hesitant." Adds Aunt Rosa with a powerful laugh. "Until I gave her a nice electric shock! It shook her up just right, and after that she got down to work. My troll feet must have impressed her." She adds, amused.

"Some young girls are intimidated by women of character like us." Intervenes Colette confidently. "I did what you did, Rosa: a good blow, and she quickly understood her priorities."

"I can confirm that she takes her role very seriously now." Declares Nathalie.

"I'm delighted to see my protégée finally grasping the importance of her role." Concludes a satisfied Bellay.

Under the table, Salma manages to engulf the front of Veronique's delicate little foot in her mouth. She deploys her tongue with agility to try to reach the heel. The young blonde reacts with laughter, attracting the attention of the women who turn to the television screen. They all watch as the Moroccan woman greedily devours the pretty blonde's foot.

Meanwhile, Julia sets about meticulously cleaning Aunt Rosa's large, fragrant feet. She puts into practice the tips she has gleaned a few moments earlier, her tongue gliding over them with precision. Aunt Rosa savours the expert caress of the speech therapist, who deliciously tickles the soles of her feet. 'Not bad, not bad', she mumbles, mentally awarding her a few points. Julia, for her part, revels in these immense feet, full of life, which seem to dance under her attentions. They vibrate, expressive, responding to her every caress.

Mia is delighted to find Colette's mature feet. She slips her nose between the thick toes, smelling their perfume, then kisses the sole of the foot fervently while massaging the heel with her expert thumbs. Under her attentions, Colette flinches, overcome by shivers of pleasure that she can't suppress.

Black, for her part, is pleasantly surprised by the scent emanating from Edith's feet. They are elegant and meticulously groomed, with no calluses whatsoever. Determined to please Kiki's mother, she deploys all her skill to offer her maximum sensations. Her success is evident in Edith's reaction: her foot stiffens, her toes spread in an involuntary spasm, and a shiver runs through her body. Until then, Edith has sent her daughter to look after her feet for the pleasure of dominating her and the comfort of a good massage. Now she realises that a woman who is devoted to her feet can give her much more pleasure.

Oceane's black feet are entrusted to Juliette's diligent care. The submissive woman puts into practice everything she has just learned, massaging the sole of the foot with both hands while carefully sucking each toe. She pulls them gently with her mouth to release the muscular tension, mentally counting to give each the right amount of time, neither too much nor too little. To her own surprise, she feels irresistibly aroused as she licks the young lady's large feet, their taste and texture awakening an unexpected fever in her.

As usual, Mathilde revives her vibrator while Kiki busies herself on her feet, perceiving the young woman's orgasm through the quivering of her sensitive soles.

With authoritative skill, Mme Bellay turns Muriel over with her feet, placing her ankles on the young girl's shoulders. Muriel obediently massages, kisses and licks the feet that frames her face, abandoning herself fully to her task.

Around the table, the women, with each orgasm they grant themselves, completely dispel the effect of the pink powder, purging its intoxicating grip. Beneath the table, Maya surrenders to an exhilarating sensation of letting go, a dizziness where everything fades except the need to belong to these women and obey them blindly. Nothing else matters: not the pain gnawing at her body, not the cruel indifference of the women she serves, nor even her own identity, dissolved in the shadow of their domination. Her legs are numb. Her tongue, worn out by relentless caresses, grows numb, losing all sensation, as if anaesthetised by the effort. The muscles of her jaw ache from being constantly open, her lips burn from sucking their toes. Maya, denied an orgasm, remains trapped in her throbbing arousal. To satiate her consuming sexual excitement, she abandons herself to this absolute servitude, taking pleasure in reducing herself to a mere tool for their enjoyment. Each caress, each desperate effort to please them, becomes an offering to this desire that consumes her, a craving she can only fulfil by erasing herself further. The excitement of the foot-lickers, of which she is one, remains at its peak, fuelled by the pink powder that never weakens within them. They redouble their efforts, delighting in their humiliation and the satisfaction of coaxing one final shiver from these women who ignore them. In a final surge, tongues and hands move fervently, seeking recognition in vain, but for Maya, something else sustains her: the delight of being nothing more than a devoted slave, a vessel for their commands and their pleasure.

As dessert rounds off the meal, the women at the table stop paying attention to the desperate efforts of the foot lickers to please them. No extra points are awarded.

Under the table, an instruction appears: put our shoes back on. The guests leave the table and head into the lounge for coffee, ignoring the submissives who, disorientated, remain waiting under the table.

In the lounge, the dim lighting and ambient music create a hushed atmosphere. The waitresses, attentive, cater to the slightest whims of the guests. Outside, the sun dips below the horizon. At a signal from Madame Ming, a waitress brings the submissives, held on leashes, back to their respective owners.

Mrs Ming stands up and thanks Nathalie one last time for the idea of the ceremony, which has given us the opportunity to meet. The other women nod in agreement, in turn praising Nathalie and Mrs Ming for the impeccable organisation of the day. Mrs Ming turns to the waitresses.

"Thank you for your excellent work. Ladies, as stipulated in your contract, everything you have seen here remains strictly confidential. However, I did notice your curious glances at the screens during the service. Am I mistaken?"

"No, madam." The three young women reply in unison, a shy smile on their lips.

"I suppose your feet must be tired after such a long service."

"Yes, madam," the three young women reply with weary smiles.

"On our side, we have three foot-lickers who still need to prove themselves. If it appeals to you, I suggest you take advantage of their talents," Madame Ming continues with a hint of amusement.

The waitresses exchange glances, then nod enthusiastically.

Mrs Ming turns on the television, displaying the rankings of the submissives. She invites Manon, Mathilde and Mrs Bellay to make their lowest-scoring foot lovers available. The waitresses choose from among them. Unsurprisingly, Maya finds herself up against Marie, her old acquaintance. The waitress, with a smirk on her face, pulled the young woman by her lead into the lounge and sit down in an armchair.

"Do to me what you did to all those women during the meal" Marie orderes, satisfied. "You're lucky, I'm not ticklish."

Maya complies willingly. A strange excitement overcomes her at the idea of submitting to this girl she knows. The only thing she dreads is discovering neglected or unsightly feet, in contrast to those she has been serving all afternoon. She discovers hot, sweaty feet from an afternoon of service. They're cute and well groomed, just like Manon's. Without hesitation, she grabs the left foot, brings it to her lips and kisses the sole gently. Marie bursts out laughing: 'It tickles a little, but keep it up!

Maya is no longer ashamed. She just wants to feel that sense of excitement and pride when she succeeds in giving pleasure to the woman who entrusts her with her feet. Her tongue glides between each toe, while her hands massage the rest of the foot. Marie's approving sighs send waves of warmth through Maya's belly as she begins to gently suck on each toe.

"I have to admit, it's really nice." Compliments Marie. I'm tingling all over.

Maya gives her a radiant smile before returning to her work. She grabs the second foot and places it on her beautiful chest. Marie playfully teases her nipples with her toes.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you?" Maya asks as she moves to the other foot to clean it.

"Not bad." Replies Marie thoughtfully. "It's my first time. Do you like my feet? Do they turn you on?"

"Yes, they're very sexy." Admits Maya bluntly.

"You really are one hell of a slut. Licking all those women's feet, and on top of that, you have to put on a chastity belt to stop you touching yourself!"

These words don't hurt Maya. On the contrary, she sees an opening.

"You don't have a belt. You can enjoy yourself while I take care of you. All the women at the table have done it, you know." She offers.

"Yes, I've seen." Marie murmurs, looking thoughtful.

Having secretly drunk champagne laced with pink powder, her libido has been tormenting her for hours. She lifts her skirt and slides a finger over her clitoris. Maya, in the front row, gazes at the young woman's thong. Each spasm of pleasure reverberates through Marie's feet, delighting Maya who intensifies her caresses. Marie gives in to several orgasms before breathlessly ordering her to put her shoes back on.

"You've given me a good time, but don't get any ideas. I'm not a lesbian. You, on the other hand, are the queen of sluts. Don't worry, I won't say anything to anyone."

A few days later, Mrs Ming calls Nathalie. The mistresses are delighted with the day and planned to organise similar ceremonies for their submissives. To her surprise, Mrs Ming reports that even the submissives enjoyed the experience. Mrs Bellay is delighted. Since that day, Maya becomes an exemplary submissive, happy in her place at the feet of her mistress, and no longer talks of fleeing to the capital.