Losing Everything F/F Ch. 23.5 (Bonus)

Now available to everyone, this additional chapter of 11k words with a series of Megan's POVs, which take place between chapter 23 and 24 of the story.

Megan's Pov 1

- May I know why you didn't wake me up? -

I couldn't help but kick Victoria's face once again. Why is it that when it seemed that everything was going well, Victoria always took a step back? Yet this time I thought that the small rebellious soul inside her had finally been defeated. Victoria had seemed totally submissive to my will in the last few days, perhaps for the first time she was obeying my orders without expecting anything in return, not to satisfy her masochistic side, for her personal pleasure, but simply because my words had now become law for her. And instead here once again was a misstep, a new disappointment, a new act of defiance to which I should have responded harshly. I didn't want to be mean to her, I didn't want to hurt my dearest friend, who had always treated me like a sister and had welcomed me into her home despite our social status being as distant as possible. I, a little orphan forced to wear second-hand or third-hand clothes, she, Victoria Thomas, the "princess" of the city, the last heir of a legendary dynasty that possessed endless wealth.

I didn't want to be a bad Owner, but I couldn't allow an act of insubordination or even a simple forgetfulness to go unpunished. I couldn't allow Victoria to raise her head, to put at risk everything I had achieved in those weeks. I loved my new life too much, being the owner of that immense villa, I loved too much being able to buy something without the fear of not having the money to eat in the following weeks.

"I will continue to crush you under my feet like a worm for years, if necessary, my dear Victoria" I thought as my foot landed on her face once again.

This time, however, I didn't kick her, my foot remained on her face for a few seconds with the intention of crushing my weak friend, reminding her of her new place in the world. But something was wrong, my feet were used to having Victoria's face under them and I knew very well what it felt like. And that time there was something different, her face was definitely too hot.

- But you are burning with fever - I said suddenly, realizing that Victoria was sick and that she had not disobeyed me.

As soon as I took my foot off her face, Victoria looked into my eyes, she was suffering and who knows what she was feeling at that moment. Was she afraid? And above all of what? Of her sudden illness or of having disappointed me by not following my orders?

- You're also very pale - I told her after a few seconds and after carefully observing her face, which instead should have been very red after being crushed under my feet.

- It's nothing, I'm fine - Victoria replied, her voice was terribly weak.

I wanted so much that those words were true, that everything was the fruit of my imagination and that nothing bad would happen. But you don't always get what you want...

I saw Victoria's gaze wander into space for a moment, then her muscles suddenly went limp and my best friend's head fell back against the hard floor. I moved faster than I had hoped, my foot managed to get between Victoria's head and the floor and thus prevent a violent impact. I felt a pang of pain but at that moment I didn't care, I had to keep moving, quickly but without losing lucidity. I knelt next to that girl who had given everything for me, who had fought and suffered, who had accepted humiliation and punishment, everything for me, only for me. I didn't know what to do, panic was starting to take over me, but I remembered something I had seen on TV a long time ago. As delicately as possible I opened Victoria's mouth and stuck out her tongue that I knew so well and that had given hours of pleasure to my feet so many times. Some might even say that her tongue and my soles were now a couple, inseparable and destined to be together for eternity.

- Victoria, Victoria - I kept repeating while I slapped her gently, while with my left hand I desperately searched for the cell phone that had remained on the bed not far from us.

As I waited for help to arrive and continued to hold my dear unconscious friend in my arms, I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't all my fault. I had overdone it in those days, I knew it, I had been too hard on her since she returned to Thomas Manor. Her sudden escape had shocked me and created a thousand uncertainties, once again I was left alone, without the only person who had made me, the miserable orphan, understand what it meant to be part of a family.

"It was definitely my fault, I must have damaged some organ or something when I trampled on you so violently" I said whining to Victoria who couldn't hear me, couldn't answer me and certainly couldn't take away those endless feelings of guilt that were disintegrating my soul.

How could I have done all those horrible things to her? How could I have taken advantage of my friend, her pain and her weaknesses to take everything away from her, houses, wealth and her very dignity, trampled on several times with violence just like I had done with her body?

Continuing to cry and wait for someone who could truly help my dear, sweet Victoria, I closed my eyes and thought back to how it all began, to that day when a monster was born inside me and ravenously attacked the person I loved most in the world.

Megan's Pov 2

I remembered that day well, Sister Mary came to my room to confirm the news that was shocking the city: Victoria's parents had died in a car accident. I remembered the fear that flowed through my body like the venom of a snake and I remembered the joy in hearing that Victoria was not in that cursed car. I remembered well the funeral attended by hundreds if not thousands of people, as if no one wanted to miss that event, as if it were a show where you could take pictures to post on social media to let others know that you were there, present. I remembered well those people who surrounded my Victoria, all anxious to let her know that they would be close to her and that they would help her in that difficult period. And where had they all gone just a few weeks later? Never rely on other people, this is what life had taught me, a word whispered in the ear is just air destined to be lost in the wind.

I knew what it meant to be alone in the world, I had felt it all my life, or at least until Victoria had welcomed me into hers. Now she was the one in difficulty and it was my duty to help her, to do what everyone else had promised to do, before disappearing like the cowards they were. They had been difficult weeks, Victoria did not want to leave the house and often refused to even set foot outside her room, her fortress of solitude. And then something unexpected happened.

Victoria was on her knees in front of me and she was begging me not to go to work, to stay with her and even to move to Thomas Manor. Had she really decided to skip college just to be near me? Was she really throwing her life away without thinking twice? And how could she beg me like that, kissing my boots like a miserable worm? Where had her dignity gone? But something moved inside me, seeing that girl so rich and powerful at my feet, begging me and asking for my help like a commoner before a king. Or a queen...

I decided to stay that time and I decided to live in that wonderful place, to finally be able to say goodbye to that orphanage that had never been my home. And then I was curious, I wanted to explore that side of Victoria that had emerged so suddenly before my eyes. My friend was a strong and determined girl, she was the head cheerleader and she knew how to boss other people around, although she had never been like that with me, in fact, thinking back, she had always let me do whatever I wanted, choose the movies to watch, the places to go or what dinner to have the chef serve. But now it was different, it was... too much. Victoria seemed to hang on every word I said, and do everything I said. I was curious to know her limits, to know all of a sudden why she seemed like a puppy ready to bring back my slippers. It was funny to watch her run back and forth during the move, after I had her fire all the servants and it was incredible what happened next. Not only did Victoria immediately agree to give me a foot massage, but at a certain point she even started kissing my feet! I didn't know what was happening to my friend, but one thing was certain and I could see it in her eyes, she loved my feet. I had read about people with a foot fetish, but I never would have believed that Victoria was one of them, but how else to explain what was happening? She certainly hadn't realized it, she was too naive and pure to have visited certain sites on the internet or to have searched for information on the strangest sexual fantasies. I wondered what I could have achieved with that new discovery and I had the answer immediately after, when my friend accepted too easily the idea of ​​me taking her parents' room, the center of that kingdom that was Thomas Manor. But I was still not satisfied and so I decided to secretly watch her after pretending to have gone upstairs. Victoria had wasted no time and had thrown herself on the shoes that I had purposely left near the armchair and had started licking like a hungry dog. My best friend was licking my shoes and sucking my sweat off the socks that I had worn for three days, I almost couldn't believe my eyes and there, in that moment, that monster was born, the monster that had decided to chain that poor girl whose only crime had been to invite her friend into her house and then give in to a fantasy that she didn't even know she had.

And so I continued to exploit my friend's weaknesses, to play with her perversion, to give her one order after another and watch her sweat as she rushed to obey, her eyes increasingly fixed on my feet. And then Victoria fell, she had reached her limit but it meant something enormously different from what I thought. My friend had not gotten tired of me bossing her around, she had not yelled at me telling me to stop and who knows, maybe threatened to throw me out of her house. No, Victoria had sunk lower than I could ever have imagined and I only understood it when she was kneeling in front of me again in the pool, where I was sunbathing completely naked, and had lost all inhibitions, smelling and kissing my feet. My friend was confessing everything she was feeling, that uncontrollable desire to be at my feet, to be able to lick them even, even in exchange for her own freedom. And how could I stop at that moment? How could I refuse her offer to be my devoted slave? Victoria had always been my best friend, but at that moment, humbly prostrate in front of me and with her head under my foot, she seemed nothing more than a miserable worm. She was suffering, perhaps the death of her parents had upset her psyche beyond measure, I should have stopped and helped her, but how could I counteract that feeling I was experiencing? They say that power goes to the head and I more than anyone can only confirm it.

And so Victoria had become my slave in that strange and perverse game between two friends, but it was much more than that. Every new time I saw her on her knees, every time she called me Mistress, every time her face was used as my footrest, everything became more difficult... more real. How could I stop now? Victoria followed all my orders without protest, she hadn't said anything when I ordered her not to wear clothes in the house anymore, nor had she said anything when we went shopping and she had been forced to leave the house with my sweaty socks in her mouth. How could I give up all that? For the first time in my life I also had the dog I had always wanted and that obviously I couldn't have in an orphanage. And what a wonderful dog Victoria was, probably seeing her crawl towards me with my flip-flops in her mouth was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Victoria was mine, my toy, my puppy, my property... but something was still needed for everything to become "official".

I had been good at indulging my best friend's perversions, but until that moment I had managed to deny her the honor, as she would say, of licking my bare feet. That was to be the ultimate reward and Victoria had to earn it by doing something unthinkable, giving me everything she owned, her money, her real estate, her body and her mind. I wasn't sure my friend would go that far and I could only watch her with curiosity inside that law firm where my life could change forever. And then Victoria surprised me once again, she signed all the documents and in a few seconds I was rich beyond imagination and she, the "little princess" of the city, had lost everything and for what? To be able to lick my feet. And I would have her lick them, adore them, clean them from every dirt with her little tongue forever, because I would never get tired of seeing her on her knees, of seeing the powerful Victoria Thomas under my feet like a worm.

I remember how excited I was when I secured the collar around her neck, when I took her out for the first time with the leash. I had been waiting for that moment for days, since I had bought those things in a sex shop after leaving Victoria at the cinema, under the feet of her previous maid, Jane, who seemed as excited as I was to be able to command and humiliate the last heir of the Thomas dynasty. It was the first time I had set foot in a shop like that and it was not easy to ask for advice from the saleswoman who must have been used to the embarrassment of customers and knew how to make them feel at home. I had already planned to buy the collar, the leash was a suggestion from Melody, the young saleswoman who must have been only a few years older than me. And that was not the only thing the girl induced me to buy but it would still be some time before the heavy metal cage could make its triumphal entrance to Thomas Manor.

And then finally came that moment so long awaited for me and so dreamed of by Victoria, now free to clean my feet with her tongue. For her first time I didn't want her job to be too complex, but at the same time I knew that a pair of feet fresh out of the shower, clean and perfumed, wouldn't have been a fair "reward". So I walked barefoot throughout the house, with Victoria behind me, on all fours and on a leash like a dog, happy to be able to serve me once again, something that never seemed to tire her. I noticed the excitement in her eyes when she understood what I told her, that she could finally lick my feet, something that had been denied to her for all that time. But she deserved it, after everything she had done, after having sacrificed everything for me. When her tongue began to massage my soles I regretted for a moment that I had not exploited that great talent of hers from the beginning, but I knew that I had done well, I did not have to satisfy every perversion of my friend right away or she could soon get bored and who knows, maybe if she had been able to lick my feet from that day in the pool, maybe now I would not be the owner of Thomas Manor...

How much I loved that tongue, its moving up and down along my soles, its exploring every inch of the small wrinkles of my feet, its tireless darting between my toes which was definitely Victoria's favorite place, I could tell by her eyes, almost lost in that otherworldly ecstasy. My friend seemed born to be a footlicker, it's strange to say such a thing when I think about who she was and what status she had in society, but this did not change the fact that I had... that we had discovered Victoria Thomas's true place in the world. It was fun to give her one order after another, to play with her like you would with a puppy, to treat her like the most miserable of servants in what had been her home until a few days before. But there was nothing more satisfying than seeing her busy licking my soles non-stop, sweating and losing all her energy in order to clean my feet that I enjoyed dirtying right after, an endless circle, something I would never get tired of. Speaking of fatigue, I can't even say how much I loved seeing Victoria suffer for hours under my feet, while I relaxed and without a care in the world watched TV or read a book using my best friend's back as a footrest. The first few times I was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist for long, her arms were shaking but Victoria was tough, and she would never give in, she would never allow my feet, so divine for her, to fall to the floor when she had been given a very specific order. And so my friend suffered in silence and never dared to complain, not even when I crossed my legs at the ankle and all the weight of my legs fell on her neck. A part of me loved that situation madly, loved that Victoria suffered to allow me to be as comfortable as possible. I knew well how much she loved it when I used her face as a footrest and could have remained in that position for days and days, without eating or drinking, in fact her love for my feet was too much and having them on her face, being able to perceive with it every inch of my soles and smell that scent that she adored so much, was something irresistible for her.

I confess that I once even wondered if Victoria would kill for my feet, but I quickly dismissed that morbid idea, even though I was, and still am, quite certain of the answer. Once I had legal possession of Thomas Manor and Victoria's other properties, I couldn't wait to see the famous lake house I had always heard so much about. During our absence, I decided to make some major changes to Thomas Manor, curious to see how my friend and slave would react. Although I was eagerly awaiting our return to the city, I had a lot of fun during our little vacation, humiliating poor Victoria more and more, almost having her be my pony, making her clean my dirty feet on the lake shore. But there was one thing I was eager to try and I waited until I was in the shower with my little slave who at first only thought she had to help me soap myself up. When she realized what I wanted, I almost felt sorry for her, her eyes filled with tears. But I couldn't give in, I couldn't show weakness, Victoria was the weak one and in the end she would have obeyed even something that horrified her terribly.

"I won" this is what I thought while my old friend licked my asshole for the first time, falling lower and lower because maybe for the first time she was doing something that far surpassed her perversions, and only because I, her wonderful and powerful Mistress, had ordered it.

Feeling her tongue in such a delicate place was strange, but pleasant. I loved having reduced the powerful Victoria Thomas to be my asshole cleaner but I didn't forget that behind that weak and pathetic slave there was still my best friend, the sister I never had, and I knew that it was something that disgusted her enormously, so I decided that there wouldn't be a second time... if she had behaved at least.

But Victoria was an angel, she could make some real mistakes, but she didn't waste time and immediately ran to prostrate herself like a worm at my feet, begging me to forgive her. And how could I stay angry with her for long? I loved seeing her so desperate, with tears in her eyes, bowed so deeply that her face risked disappearing under the floor. Victoria was now so submissive to my will that she didn't dare protest even when she saw that her house had been turned upside down during our absence, and that so many of the things that tied her childhood memories to it were gone, lost forever. I will never forget the look on her face when she saw her new room for the first time, and the large cage inside. Victoria was devastated, annihilated, every little hope of being able to live a normal life despite everything was gone forever, she had finally understood what it meant to be someone else's property and that she could die behind those bars if only I had wanted it. But even that time she didn't say anything and continued to lick my feet like the dog she had become or maybe always was.

I had asked myself many times in those weeks if that perversion, if her fetishism had always been present in the previous years. I wondered if other times Victoria had secretly run to sniff and lick my shoes during our numerous sleepovers, if she had always loved my feet so madly that she turned into a pathetic dog. I was sure that she had never touched my feet when we slept, I knew it from her expression of joy when she could finally lick my feet, it was not something she had already done other times, even in secret. But my shoes? Despite my questions, I never dared to ask her, maybe one day I would have discovered it by myself... after all, we had a life ahead of us, full of adventures and perversions. Or so I thought.

I had been foolish, I had definitely overdone it and driven by that sadistic monster inside me and Victoria's increasingly docility, I had gone too far to try to humiliate her more and more and prove to myself how powerful I had become and how much I could crush the old princess of the city. First I had allowed Jane to command Victoria as she pleased, and the previous servant had not missed the opportunity to hit her old boss's daughter hard. Jane was sadistic, not only did she exploit Victoria by making her do all the housework I had rehired her for but she humiliated her relentlessly, exploiting the new power I had put in her hands. I knew what Jane was doing, but I pretended not to see or not to care. I was curious, I confess, to know if Victoria would accept every humiliation and every punishment from her as she did with me. I was happy to notice that my slave seemed to remember who her true and only Mistress was, she obeyed Jane, true, but only because I had told her to do it and she had no pleasure in being dominated by her old servant, as I noticed once when I saw her on her knees licking Jane's feet, who was wearing black stockings and who hit Victoria with a feather duster, almost as if it were a whip, every time she wanted the poor girl's tongue to move to another part of her little feet.

I should have intervened then but I didn't and instead I handed Victoria over to her worst enemy, that Charlotte who hated her so much only because Victoria's family was even richer than hers. I remember the joy of that witch when I revealed our secret to her, when she understood that her rival no longer existed, replaced by a miserable sycophant who took orders from a penniless orphan. I knew that Charlotte despised me, just as she despised everyone who wasn't of her social status, but once again it was curiosity that pushed me to act, and pride. I wanted to show that spoiled girl what a poor orphan had managed to do, that I had crushed her great rival under my feet like a worm when instead she had never even managed to beat Victoria in a tennis match.

But I had made a huge mistake, I had underlined her perfidy and her hatred for Victoria. Not only had Charlotte enjoyed having her old rival under her feet, treating her like a puppy, but she had humiliated her in front of all her friends to prove that she was the best and that she had finally put the powerful Victoria Thomas in her place, now nothing more than a puppet in her hands. But Charlotte had not stopped there, her ego was too big to have limits and so she had made Victoria do something so horrendous that even the great masochism of my friend had not been able to bear it. The result? Victoria had escaped and had almost sent me to the hospital with that terrible push. And I had lost my slave, my friend, my family.

Those few days seemed like a whole life to me, a life without light or joy. I didn't sleep for the first two days, I was waiting, hoping with all my might that the intercom would ring and that Victoria would once again walk through the front door of what was and would always be her home, even if it legally belonged to me now. But there was no sign of my friend, and I couldn't blame her, Charlotte had gone too far... I had gone too far, it was all my fault. I was tempted to hire ten, a hundred, a thousand private investigators to turn the city upside down and find my dear Victoria, but I held back. I couldn't force her to come back, it had to be her choice. For a moment I had forgotten that she was alone out there, without relatives, friends and without money. I was scared, I was terrified that something bad could happen to her but then I thought back to what I had done to her and I told myself that perhaps she would be happier without me, that nothing could be worse than what I had forced her to do and endure. I hadn't slept for I don't know how many hours, my head hurt and I had big dark circles under my eyes that made me look several years older, the TV was on but my gaze was lost in the void and in my memories, in my hands the collar that I had found in the mailbox, the only sign of life from Victoria, who was screaming at me that she was finally free from my clutches and that she would never come back. But luckily things had gone differently.

My heart almost danced with happiness when I heard the intercom and from the security cameras I saw my dear friend outside the gate.

"What should I do now?" I asked myself for a few seconds, run to her and hold her in an endless hug and cry asking for her forgiveness for what I had done to her or continue our "game" and behave as a Mistress should have done in a situation like that? I thought about what Victoria would have wanted and in the end I chose to be as severe as possible.

I almost started to cry when I said those mean things to her, when I told her that her parents would have preferred me as a daughter and not a pathetic creature like her. And I think a few tears wet my face as I trampled Victoria violently, to punish her for an escape for which I was the only one responsible. My friend fortunately did not notice my emotional turmoil and our perverse game continued, and so did my terrible punishment. I had to make her understand that a slave can never disobey, even in the face of a horrifying order like the one Charlotte had given her. And what better way to punish her than to make her do what had made her run away?

I saw the desperation in Victoria's eyes when I brought the toilet paper close to her face, but my dear friend was too submissive to my will and too tried by the terrible punishments that had been inflicted on her to be able to protest or run away once again. As she obeyed my terrible order, I wondered where she had been in the previous days, what she had done and why she had decided to come back to me, I honestly did not think I deserved her return and her forgiveness. I had no idea of ​​the terrible experiences Victoria had lived and only much later did she have the courage to tell me, although her voice broke when she was telling me what had happened in that alley, when she had risked being raped by two thugs. I was furious, especially with myself, I had been the one who had put my best friend in danger, none of that would have happened if I hadn't involved Charlotte, if I hadn't pushed Victoria much further than her limits, which I now thought she didn't have.

But once again I hadn't stopped, I had continued that game between us and I had been the strictest mistress in the world, once again I had exaggerated and only when my Victoria fainted in my arms, in pain and sick, I understood that something had to change and that I had to keep that sadistic monster inside me on a better leash.

Megan's Pov 3

The chair in the waiting room was terribly uncomfortable, I kept moving to find a more comfortable position but nothing seemed to change. I didn't know how many hours I had been sitting there, with all those people who, like me, were anxious about their friends, relatives, lovers. The room was cold and definitely too white, as often happens in a hospital, the silence was interrupted only by the protests of a mother who every now and then desperately tried to know how her son was doing who had been in a car accident, or at least that's what I understood from a phone call from the woman, between one cry and another. I knew nothing about Victoria's condition and the woman at the reception would hardly have said anything to me after the big fight we had an hour before. Once again it was my fault, by now I was too used to giving orders and I hadn't been very delicate when I asked for information. Now all I had to do was wait for the doctor to arrive, and for the first time since I had become a millionaire I realized that money wasn't everything in life, but how important it was to have powerful friendships.

"Surely I would have already known something if I were a friend of the director... what if I proposed a large donation?"

That thought, like a thousand others, crowded my mind as my wait continued, seemingly endlessly. Then, when I had almost lost all hope, a doctor called the name Thomas and finally led me into the room where Victoria, still terribly pale, was lying on a bed, with an IV attached to her arm. It wasn't easy to understand everything, I was too shocked and too worried by that paleness to be able to concentrate on the doctor and what he was saying. How could I not have noticed anything? Victoria was suffering and I hadn't understood anything, I who was the only person she had left, as I told the doctor as he tried to send me away because I wasn't a relative. And now, once again because of me, because of my negligence, Victoria would end up under the knife. All I could do was pray and entrust my friend's life to the expert hands of the surgeons. The operation was scheduled for the following afternoon, despite my protests, and not knowing what to do in the meantime, not being able to stay with Victoria anymore, I went in search of the chapel to pray to every deity that everything would go well, I didn't even dare imagine a world without her. But then something happened that I hadn't expected, my phone vibrated and I noticed that someone had just sent me a message.

"Where is my toy? I know she's back home and I want to play with her again. I don't care what you said last time, I have no intention of leaving that bitch all to yourself. I have some very interesting videos, you know? I bet you wouldn't like it if they were made public, not only would your friend's good name be ruined forever, but someone might also investigate how she gave you all her properties... who knows, maybe they could declare her insane and cancel everything, I don't think you'd like that. Bring me MY slave tonight, you'll find the gate open and no security, better to keep this between us.

Charlotte

I reread that message many times, my hatred for that wicked and spoiled witch grew more and more. Did she really think I would give her one of my properties so easily? Did she really think I would hand Victoria over to her again after what happened last time? Charlotte was just stupid if she thought she could blackmail me, she had no chance weeks before, and certainly wouldn't be able to do it now that I had millions of dollars at my disposal to fight back. Instead of going into the church to pray, after taking one last look from afar at the window of the room where an unconscious Victoria was resting, I headed towards the hospital exit, furious and vengeful, with an evil plan already in my head.

The cellar of Thomas Manor was large and dark, I had only been in there twice before when Richard, Victoria's father, wanted to show us some new huge barrels of wine, just arrived from Italy. The temperature of that place was perfectly controlled, for the best possible preservation of the wine and the cellar was certainly not the best place for two girls to play. I didn't like that place but this time I had no choice, I needed a quiet place, where the sound couldn't be heard from outside, and I needed a decidedly scary place. I knew I was right when I approached Charlotte, tied to a chair, and took the black hood off her head. The girl was terrified, looking around trembling as she searched for something or someone, searching for a hope of salvation that she would not find soon. There was a small torch near the girl but the light was dim and a few steps away there was a wall of darkness in front of her eyes and I was watching her from there. Only those who had grown up in unbridled luxury, those who had never seen what real life was, the one outside their big fairytale castle, could think of threatening someone without consequences, especially if the person being blackmailed risked losing everything.

- No security, huh? Brilliant idea - I said, remaining hidden in the shadows, like a lion ready to bite its prey.

- Me... Megan? Is that you? Did you... did you do all this? - Charlotte answered stammering, without stopping to tremble with fear, who knows where all her confidence had gone.

- Did you really think you could threaten me? Did you really think I would give you my slave? You have no idea what I could do for Victoria... but you will understand soon -

- What do you want to do to me? How did you kidnap me? My father will unleash all his men and it will be the end for you... -

I knew that moment would come soon, the threat of a dangerous father. But Charlotte had not yet understood who she was facing. It had been easy to find the right man for the job, who had shown up in her place at Charlotte's house, left without protection by her own stupidity. I had met that man many years before at the orphanage, when he had sneaked into my room to talk to my roommate, his daughter. The man had just been released from prison but had no hope of bringing his daughter home, social services did not even allow him to see her, but he had his methods to make possible what seemed impossible. Many times I had tried to imagine how he had managed to get into our room, in what more than an old monastery looked like the Bastille, the famous French prison famous for the revolution of 1789 that began with an assault against its walls. How easy it had been to contact him, how easy it had been to reach an agreement with the man, I certainly didn't know what prices "jobs" like that had, but I didn't care and I gave him the ten thousand dollars he asked for, without batting an eyelid. The rest of the plan was simple, once Charlotte was sedated and transported here, it was my job to "re-educate" that spoiled little girl.

Finally I advanced towards her, emerging from the darkness like a demon from another world, ready to attack that defenseless angel. I paid no attention to her screams, no one would have heard them anyway, and I stopped a few inches from her, caressing her face delicately, before squeezing her cheeks with ferocity.

- You are mine, and no one will save you. But don't be afraid, I have a gift for you -

I took out of my pocket a pair of dirty socks that I had carefully prepared for Victoria but that could now prove so useful for my plan.

- Don't you dare bring those disgusting things near mine.. -

- Shhh shut up, baby - I said, pressing the socks hard against her face and forcing her to silence - Who knows, maybe in the end you could even love them like Victoria, maybe it's something you have in common, maybe all rich girls have this secret passion and are crazy about my feet. If you behave and beg me I might even grant you the honor of being my new slave in the end... -

- You bastar.. - Charlotte tried to reply but I was ready and immediately shoved the socks in her mouth, stifling her insults.

- Oh, I see you're not wasting time. I didn't think you were already so eager to be my personal washing machine. I have to confess that my socks really needed a good wash, you know, I wore them for a week during my training and I think it's slightly noticeable, right? -

I slapped Charlotte hard, I didn't mean to be mean but I had to treat her harshly if I wanted to solve this matter quickly, to be able to return to the hospital as soon as possible and be close to Victoria again.

- Answer, I don't want to repeat things twice -

Unable to speak, Charlotte, more and more frightened and with tears in her eyes, quickly nodded.

- Very well, suck out all the dirt, I'm sure you'll like the taste of it. You see, if you obey immediately, you can soon go home and all this will have been nothing but a nightmare. But if you rebel, you'll wish you'd never been born. Is that clear? -

Charlotte hesitated for a moment but as soon as she saw me ready to hit her again, she nodded vigorously and began to suck the socks in her mouth. Her frightened and disgusted face at the same time amused me a lot, who knows how that spoiled princess must have felt at that moment, sucking the dirty and sweaty socks of a miserable orphan who thought she could blackmail without any problems.

"You had fun humiliating Victoria, didn't you? It's time to understand what it means to be in her place" I thought with a smile while I gently stroked the hair of the girl who was still in her pajamas.

I could have watched Charlotte clean my socks with her mouth for hours and hours but I didn't have time and after looking at the watch on my wrist, I decided it was time to get serious and start phase two of my plan.

- The man who brought you here also found all the photos and videos you had of Victoria, yes even the hard drive hidden inside your beautiful dance trophy, you know, I only hire professionals...-

Charlotte's shocked expression reassured me, it was obvious that she didn't have other videos hidden who knows where, my man had done a great job and had taken away everything that could allow her to blackmail me or Victoria. But it wasn't enough for me.

- Now you won't be able to blackmail me anymore - I continued to say - but then why are you here if you're no longer a threat? That's what you're wondering right now, right? Well, you're not a danger anymore... now, true, but you could still bother me in the future and it's better that you learn your lesson now and understand who's in charge here. For this reason, I want you to do things that will be filmed and so I will be the one to have some hot material about you, just as a guarantee that you won't do anything in the future to get revenge, you will continue with your life and we will continue with ours -

Charlotte listened carefully to every single word I said, surely wondering if I was telling the truth, and above all what she would have to do to create material that I could use to blackmail her just like she had done with me and Victoria. I must confess that I felt a little sorry for her, it was very different from what I used to do with my friend and slave, she loved everything, every order, every punishment and humiliation. Charlotte was not consenting like Victoria, and it was obvious that she was very scared, she would never have imagined that the bullying game she had started would turn into something much more dangerous for her. But I had to be strong, I couldn't waver or show a single chink in my armor and so I tried to keep in mind what that girl had done to my best friend and that thought alone gave me the strength to continue.

- I think you understand how you have to behave, I just hope my man has done the math right - I said looking Charlotte in the eyes and before she could show all her surprise, with a foot on her chest I pushed the girl forcefully. The chair fell backwards almost in slow motion, Charlotte would have screamed if she could but every sound was muffled by my socks in her mouth, then the girl's head fell on something soft.

- Wow, the pillow was just in the perfect place - and so saying I burst out laughing, feeling more evil than ever, but I was certainly not finished.

While Charlotte tried to recover from the great fright, probably considering herself lucky not to have broken her head, I approached the girl now on the floor.

- You know, while I was waiting for you I walked around a lot, Thomas Manor is really huge and it seems like there's always a place you've never seen before. I've probably never been to the greenhouse in the south-east part of the garden, there are such beautiful exotic plants but also a lot of dirt on the floor... and my bare feet don't like being dirty. I really need someone to clean them now that Victoria is in the hospital... oh didn't I tell you? Unfortunately sometimes I get carried away during my tortures - I lied, I had to scare her as much as possible if I wanted Charlotte to obey my every order.

I knew I had said the right thing because the girl, probably without realizing it, started sucking the socks in her mouth again, almost as if her body was moving by itself and was obeying my orders for fear of punishment. I was now a few inches away from Charlotte, the light of the torch perfectly illuminated her terrified face a few inches from my bare feet. We both knew what was going to happen a few seconds later. Charlotte held her breath as I put my left foot in her face, starting to rub it on her lips, her cheeks, her nose and her forehead. There wasn't an inch of her skin that wasn't dirty by my filthy soles and once again I couldn't help but feel that strange but wonderful sensation of having a human doormat under my feet. For a moment Charlotte seemed to make a noise of protest but as soon as I pressed her face hard, her small and miserable attempt at rebellion died instantly.

- Sniff, lose yourself in the grand scent of my divine feet and maybe I'll even let you use your filthy tongue to clean them -

Charotte didn't obey immediately but soon remembered that she shouldn't play with fire and started to sniff my soles like a hunting dog. I didn't want her to miss out on a single bit of that aroma, so I trapped her nose between my toes, and I watched from above as that spoiled little girl sniffed my foot nonstop, enjoying her hot breath on my soles. I knew I couldn't turn her into my slave like I had with Victoria, forced slavery was unthinkable and I was more than certain that Charlotte didn't have a hidden masochistic side like my best friend, she was hating that situation and would have strangled me if only she could. But the girl was a prisoner, ropes imprisoning her to the chair and cameras filming her great humiliation.

"But this is just the beginning" I thought with a smile.

Victoria's room was as bare and cold as ever, her cage was emptier than ever without that wonderful vision behind the bars, often intent on adoring my used socks or panties, like a dog with its favorite toy. It had not been easy to get Charlotte there, and even then I was a little afraid to free her from the ropes that kept her tied to the chair. However, I had been careful not to free her hands and feet so that she had no hope of running away and escaping from my clutches. I am sure that for a moment the desire to escape had been strong, but then the girl had realized that she had no chance and reminding her that the man, who had easily kidnapped her in her own home, was still there, ready to intervene if I needed him, had swept away any hope of escape and had followed me upstairs like a docile lamb. That room was also full of cameras, I had them installed a long time ago to monitor Victoria who had never realized she was being spied on at night, when many times she had had one orgasm after another thanks to my socks and panties. Unlike the cellar however, the light was optimal for filming and I was already looking forward to editing the videos to see the fall of the second richest girl in the city, also at my feet like a worm.

"God how powerful I feel right now. Cleopatra make room for me, I am the real queen" I thought, giggling while Charlotte looked fearfully at the cage that she had already seen during her brief reign of terror that had made Victoria run away.

- Tell me, did you like the smell of my feet?... Oh how careless, you can take my socks out of your mouth now - I said with an evil smile, knowing full well that Charlotte would never be able to do it, with her hands still tied behind her back.

For a few seconds I watched her as she struggled to spit out the socks, failing miserably.

- Okay, since you like them so much you can keep them in your mouth for a few more seconds, while I explain what you will have to do now -

Charlotte's eyes filled with tears again, she knew I was playing with her but even the mere thought that someone could think that she loved my socks so much that she kept them in her mouth voluntarily, humiliated her deeply and she probably wanted to disappear from the face of the earth in that moment.

- I got a couple of things for you, well actually I already had them in reserve for Victoria but I know you will love them anyway - and so saying from a bag on the floor, I took out a red collar, a leash and some puppy ears - Come on, now we take these socks off, you can play with them all you want, later -

As soon as I helped Charlotte to free her mouth from the now totally wet socks, the girl jumped back and almost screamed -

- Stay away from me, I will never wear those things. Go ahead and give it to your filthy slave, they are made for worms like... -

Furious at her insults against Victoria, I pulled my last but terrible surprise out of my pocket. Charlotte immediately paled when she recognized the small but powerful object in my hands.

- You wouldn't dare... -

- Oh yes I would, I actually can't wait to use this mini taser on you. Just give me the chance and I will shock you so painful that you will pee your pants... and then you will obviously be the one who has to clean everything up -

It was so easy to scare her, so easy to immediately crush her rebellion under my feet and chain her to my will again. Charlotte remained still as a statue while I put on her collar, leash and above all those puppy ears that I had bought especially for her.

- Now our real game begins. The room is full of cameras so don't worry, we will always have your best profile during your great performance.

This is what you will say - I handed her a sheet of paper, the script that could win her an Oscar... or make her lose face in front of everyone and force her to change city, country and maybe planet.

Charlotte's eyes, full of anger, fell again on the taser still gripped in my right hand. She had no choice, she had to bend and humiliate herself, providing me, who had become her terrible enemy, with material so hot that she would risk losing everything if it were made public.

- Down, on your knees - I told her and she was happy to see her obey quickly, even if there was still something missing - wait, undress first -

How much she would have liked to stick a knife into my flesh, I knew it well, but Charlotte had no other choice and once again she had no choice but to obey. Earlier I had finally freed her hands and feet, sure that she would never try to escape or hit me, not when I still had the taser in my hand, so Charlotte was able to undress herself and in a short time I could observe her beautiful body, which however could not hold a candle to mine or even to Victoria's. Luckily the signs of the ropes were not very visible on her wrists and ankles, but I promised myself to pay attention to those details during the assembly phase, I did not want any signs to be seen that could betray me and make it clear that Charlotte had been forced by someone. After seconds that seemed endless, the girl finally got down on all fours and gathering all the courage she had, she began to recite the words that I had written with so much care.

- Please, oh my Mistress, you who are a Goddess come down to earth to crush us miserable mortals, please, grant me the honor of being able to clean your beautiful feet with the tongue of this insignificant slave, born only to prostrate herself before you and serve you forever -

I didn't think Charlotte would be able to say everything so well on the first try, I could see that she was a good actress and that she had often been the star in the school theater.

"So good at acting that for a moment she even forgot her pride"

But her work was certainly not finished, saying those words would have meant nothing if there had been action afterwards.

- Very well, my little slave, come here and prostrate yourself at the feet of your Goddess, you have divine feet to clean - I said those words showing her once again the taser in my hands, I didn't want Charlotte to show any hesitation. And thanks to that little reminder, she didn't.

The girl crawled towards me and prostrated herself deeply at my feet, surely with a thousand fears and a thousand thoughts in her head. After grabbing her leash I put my foot on her head, and I could feel her soft hair tickling my sole and toes, it was a sensation that I knew well thanks to Victoria and it was as always very pleasant. But there was something that I loved even more and so I pulled her leash hard and forced her to raise her head, being able to look again at her eyes, sad and without that flame of rebellion that a few minutes before burned ardently inside them. I put the dirty sole of my left foot near her face without saying anything, she knew well what she had to do and after a little hesitation, when tears began to wet her face again, her mouth opened and the girl stuck out her tongue. Charlotte was one of the few people who knew what it was like to have another person's tongue at your feet, she knew how good it felt and how satisfying it was, she could understand exactly what I was feeling in that moment, that feeling of power that excited you more than anything else. But this time the spoiled girl didn't have Victoria worshipping her feet, no, now that it was her in place of my beloved friend she would understand how it felt to be on the other side, to be the filthy worm under the feet of a superior, collecting with her tongue all the dirt that they had accumulated.

As Charlotte licked my feet slowly, I could see the expression of disgust on her face but also the curiosity for those new flavors that she was tasting for the first time, flavors that had managed to enchant Victoria and chain her to my will for eternity. I knew I wouldn't be able to do the same with Charlotte, but I didn't care, I just had to teach her a lesson and at the same time create a shield that could protect me from her future revenge.

- That doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy that moment to the fullest, I still had several minutes to play with Charlotte and it was too beautiful to see her down there, with the collar and the leash licking my feet like the humblest of servants. Her tongue was moving well for her first time, I wondered if she wasn't so good thanks to the experience with Victoria, probably she knew well which were the most sensitive points and was trying to replicate what my slave had done with her feet during her short domination. When I noticed that the sole was almost completely clean, I pulled her leash again and bringing my big toe closer, I said to her:

- Suck, as if it were the best blowjob of your life -

Charlotte's lips closed around my big toe and the girl began to do what she had just been told. She sucked as if her life depended on it, her head moving back and forth at a frightening speed and her tongue dancing non-stop, as if what she was doing was the easiest thing in the world.

"She must have had a lot of experience. I bet that this skill of hers, combined with her family wealth, makes her very popular among the boys"

While the girl continued her tiring work, I was thinking about how to end that evening in the most humiliating way possible and, after a few minutes, I knew what to do.

- From now on you are a puppy, so don't you dare say a word or I swear I will fry you with this taser. If you have to say something, bark -

It was funny to see her face, but then again she should have expected it, I had to make use of those cute puppy ears I had bought her, right? Ok, I was rich by now, but I certainly didn't like throwing away my money. Eager to start this new game with my prey, I removed my toes from her mouth and with a little kick pushed Charlotte away.

- Show your potential to your future spectators, show them how good you are. Walk around the room and move that beautiful ass... as if you had a tail.

Charlotte was purple, her embarrassment must have been enormous but she had no possibility to hide, there was no corner of the room that could offer her a shelter from the cameras that continued to film her great humiliation. The girl crawled slowly here and there for several seconds, before I threw something towards her. Victoria's cage was fortunately full of my old socks and after making a sort of ball with a pair of them, I threw it towards Charlotte who immediately understood what she had to do. I saw her looking at me with a strange expression, as if she was asking for mercy with her eyes, but I had no desire to help her.

- Fetch! Quick and let me know you understand -

Charlotte barked and wagged her imaginary tail and I couldn't hold back my laughter as the girl grabbed that "sockball" with her mouth and crawled back to me with tears in her eyes.

"Another thing to cut in the editing, too bad, I wanted to show off that pretty face of hers" I thought, squeezing the ball that Charlotte dropped in my hand and throwing it back across the room.

We continued that game for a few more minutes, then I realized that it was getting late and that I had to finish that play soon.

- Okay, you were very good today. Let's end this thing with a gift, I'll even let you have an orgasm, something I don't often give to my slave. Come on, beg me like a good puppy and at my signal you can hump my leg.

If Charlotte's face had been red from embarrassment before, now it was almost as pale as Victoria's face when she had passed out in my arms. But what could she do to avoid that new terrible humiliation? Nothing. And so Charlotte raised her arms... or rather her paws, and began to beg me like a pathetic dog. I wasn't very convinced and so I showed her the taser once again, useful as always because immediately after the girl, scared, also began to bark and pant with her tongue hanging out, almost drooling on my floor.

- All right, if you want it so much... - I said, bringing her left leg closer.

I didn't remember if I had already done something similar with Victoria before, I had often treated her like a puppy, but I didn't think I had ever gone that far, what I was sure of was that for the first time Charlotte would have an orgasm in such a humiliating way. While the girl was humping my leg, I could feel the wetness between her legs, despite everything something was exciting her. However, I didn't want to make things easy for her and so I brought my other foot closer to her face again and after a little pressure on her lips, I once again inserted my toes inside Charlotte's mouth who, due to the excitement of the moment and perhaps the fear of the taser, always present in my hand, she started to suck almost as if my toes were a baby's pacifier. How pathetic Charlotte was in that moment, there was no trace of the spoiled girl who had so much fun dominating my Victoria, her pride and her swagger were just a distant memory.

"This experience will probably change her forever. Who knows, all this could make her even a better person" I thought, perhaps trying to justify my actions of that day, certainly not so legal.

Charlotte's pace was getting more and more intense, I knew it wouldn't last long and I decided to make my last move. While the girl was sucking my big toe, I moved my foot and with some difficulty I put all my toes in her mouth. Charlotte didn't stop and continued to hump my leg while I practically fucked her mouth violently with my foot, gagging her while her eyes filled with tears again.

- I want to hear you bark - I told her, without showing mercy.

The girl obeyed once again and barked, but of course from her mouth, with my whole foot inside, only a strange moan came out. That was the last humiliation and her body could not resist any longer and was shaken by violent tremors after an overwhelming orgasm.

- Very well, now clean everything up and then you can go home -

Charlotte did not have the strength and courage to look me in the face, where she would have found a big and evil smile, and while I approached my leg dirty with her juices, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick, tired but probably happy that this nightmare was about to end.

For a moment I even thought of sending her home naked but then for the first time that evening I decided to have mercy, and after helping her get dressed I accompanied her to the gate, where a taxi was already waiting for her. The girl didn't say a word to me during the journey and I imitated her, there was nothing to say in fact, I didn't need to make any more threats and she didn't have the strength and the will to fight. Charlotte Kinglsey would no longer be a threat to us, she would no longer have Victoria under her fist, and perhaps for the first time in her life she would treat others better, now that the queen bee had been hurt in that way she knew what it meant to suffer and she would think twice before hurting those around her, those dozens of worker bees that flew in her orbit.

After finishing that strange adventure, that quick but important revenge, I headed back to the hospital, more tired than ever but I couldn't stay home and after all I had already understood from Victoria's escape that without her I couldn't sleep, almost as if she was the only thing in the world capable of calming my soul and finally allowing me to rest. I didn't know how I would have endured those hours that separated us from her operation, but the important thing was to be close to her, hold her hand and hope with all my heart that everything would go well, it would have been sadistic and ironic if after having achieved so much in such a short time, I had lost everything in an instant... because Victoria was everything to me and always would be.

The operation had been a success, that's what the doctor told me when he finally left the operating room, less than an hour had passed but it seemed to me that time had stopped forever. Happy with that news, I ran to Victoria's room to hug my friend who was still sleeping, as the doctor had warned me it would take a little longer for the effects of the anesthesia to wear off. After sitting next to her bed, I grabbed her delicate hand and thanked the whole world that everything had gone well, then, my eyes closed and I could finally rest.