Kelly's Birthday Surprise

Pleased with my licking frenzy, Kelly slipped her shoes off and then forcefully shoved the toes of her right foot into my mouth, while rubbing her sweaty left foot all over my face. I assumed she wanted me to suck her toes as Chelsea had earlier, so I slipped my tongue between her big and second toe and wrapped my lips around them, sucking away. Her eyes closing was an obvious sign of approval.

"From now on, you'll call me Goddess Kelly. Now, I want an orgasm and you're going to give it to me. Have you ever eaten pussy before?" she asked while giggling.

I gagged in response and her toes slipped from my mouth. I'd never had any sexual thoughts concerning another woman and there was no way I was going to lick her pussy. She noticed my rebellion and pulled up tightly on the leash forcing me into a kneeling position. Before I could react she quickly threw both of her legs over my shoulders and stood up while holding the leash above her head, pulling my face up under her skirt and into her knickers. I felt myself suffocating between her legs and I frantically flailed around trying to escape.

"Pull my panties off with your teeth and I'll let you breathe," I heard her say.

I wasn't going to argue with that as I could feel myself asphyxiating, so I obeyed her request and gripped her panties between my teeth. In response, Kelly released her grip on the leash slightly, allowing me to edge her white panties down her legs and gracefully stepped out of them, one leg at a time leaving me holding them before her in my mouth. Her face lit up as she looked at my embarrassing position, before taking the panties from my mouth and throwing them across the room.

Once again, Kelly pulled up on the leash and resumed her previous position on my face. I tried to breathe but I could find no air, so I did the only thing that I thought would free me: I slipped my tongue into her pussy and desperately tried to tongue her to an orgasm as quickly as possible. She responded by shuddering and I was greeted with her juices entering my mouth, which I was forced to swallow. Kelly remained on my face juddering for a few seconds with no regard at all for my well-being.

Eventually, after her orgasm had subsided, she let the leash fall from her fingertips and subsequently I dropped back onto the floor gasping for breath. Kelly simply sat back on the bed gazing towards the ceiling, her mind still in total bliss. I had curled up into a ball at this point, tears filling my eyes, completely devastated at what I had just been forced to do.

"I think that clears up where we both stand. Now, why don't you finally show me that you understand your place?" she said while snapping her fingers.

I did understand, and after climbing to my hands and knees, I crawled over to her while my tears seeped onto the floor. Even though my arms were tiring, I managed to keep myself up while I leant forward and placed my lips onto Kelly's right foot. That was it, Kelly had now broken me.

The first week of my training was gruelling and Kelly was a very strict owner. It didn't seem to concern her that once upon a time we had been friends and I was nothing more than a slave to her. She taught me that her feet were important and deserved to be soothed after a day in school. I also learned the specific ways that she liked to be orally serviced and I became particularly familiar with her breasts. Pretty much after that week I had joined my friends as a slave to the bimbos.

I noticed that each of the girls had a very different style when it came to controlling their slaves. Keisha liked to operate through fear and abuse. If Jenny didn't obey then she would be beaten; this kept her in line.

Chelsea's technique was more focused around constant orders and humiliation. Apparently, it had not taken long for Emma to be broken from Chelsea's vicious berating.

Completely opposite to the other two, Sarah treated Bethany like a puppy and would constantly talk in a patronising tone to her while patting her head. I often saw Sarah taking her for walks on her leash or feeding her from the kitchen floor. I had never seen her harm Bethany in a way; it was as if she actually considered her to be a pet.

The three girls pretty much enjoyed playing with their slave girls and found it a real laugh. I, on the other hand, could tell that Kelly wasn't really into this situation for fun. She truly believed that there should be someone serving her and I was more of a necessity. When she ordered me to do something, she didn't demand or have to enforce a response, she just expected one. Frighteningly, I found myself complying with her way of thinking. She had a way of just looking at me that demanded obedience.

As time went on, it was evident that she was an expert in training me, and even though I was unwilling to be her slave at first, she was really starting to control my mind. It got to the point that all of my thoughts were focused on how I could please Kelly and every time I thought otherwise I remembered the tape. Blackmail is a very dangerous thing as I found out.

I spent hours and hours licking her feet clean and I often found myself begging to do it. As I spent so much time at her feet, it eventually became a routine and then more of a need and Kelly knew exactly how to tease and control my sex to benefit her. While I devotedly sucked the toes of her one foot, she would tickle my pussy with the toes of the other and through this prolonged training I must have mentally associated my pleasure with her domination of me. It devastated me when I finally accepted that I now enjoyed being Kelly's slave.

The girl also grew very resilient to my oral efforts and it took me a long time to bring her off with my tongue as she liked to experience multiple orgasms. I would often find that my jaw ached for a few hours after I orally pleasured her, but her pussy did taste very sweet, so I did kind of enjoy it. Many hours were spent with either me on my knees between her legs, or her sat on my face riding away. To have a life like that with orgasms on demand, I was so envious.

One time, while she was relaxing on her bed and watching television in a pair of hot pants and a ridiculously revealing top, I decided to ask her a question while I was massaging her feet. I was curious what had prompted the girls to enslave me and my friends. She seemed pretty amused by the question and she didn't hesitate in answering.

Apparently, Jenny had been the first to be enslaved by Keisha, which didn't really surprise me. She was a complete bitch after all. Kelly explained that one day Keisha had simply asked her for the time and she noticed how shy and quiet Jenny was. Within a week, Keisha had her down at her feet and once Chelsea found out about it she wanted in too. They used Jenny to lure Emma into the trap and she had soon adopted the slave lifestyle as well.

Kelly stopped what she was saying for a moment only to order me to suck her toes one by one. I immediately removed my hands from her feet, only to receive a kick to the face. So I resumed the massage while sucking her toes, which prompted her to sigh then continue.

What Kelly said next really shocked me as it seemed too unbelievable. It turned out that when Bethany had found out from Jenny and Emma what had happened she acted kind of weird. Whereas both of the two slave girls cried while they were explaining their problem to her, Bethany seemed more interested than concerned. According to Kelly, Bethany showed up at Sarah's house the next day and begged to be her slave, even to the point of kissing her feet on her doorstep.

Sarah found it a bit weird at first, but after she saw how eager to please Bethany was she eventually agreed. Sarah had informed the other three that Bethany had a hardcore foot fetish and she often joked that she leaked all over the carpet whenever she took her shoes off. Plus, Sarah really enjoyed having her own puppy girl. Kelly went on to tell me that Bethany was the only one of the four that had not been blackmailed and there was no videotape of her as it was never required. She had been a willing slave right from the start.

Through Kelly's training I had started to understand how Bethany felt, although I doubted that I would have ever given in to the girls right from the beginning. There was no way I would freely knock on a girl's door and beg to service her. I guess Bethany was just born to be a slave or something. But for me, if I didn't do what Kelly wanted then it was likely that the tape was going to get out and then my life would be pretty much over. However, I was starting to actually enjoy the physical contact with Kelly as she had a truly sculpted body, it really was a work of art and whenever I was tonguing her I always felt my pussy seeping.

I spent pretty much every day after school over Kelly's house and it had reached the stage that my training had passed and now I knew exactly how to behave in her presence. Kelly's mother seemed to like it that we were spending time together again, like our younger days. Of course, she didn't know that her daughter had totally enslaved me and that I was now nothing but a servant to her. At least I didn't think she did, but it worried me how vocal Kelly was while I was pleasuring her in her bedroom. Surely her mother must have heard something.

On the day of the school prom, I arrived right on time at Kelly's house for her prom preparations. Her mother showed me upstairs while flashing me a sly smile. I wondered whether she really knew what was going on and it bothered me that if she did, she had done nothing about it. She left me in Kelly's room, where I was startled to find my Queen wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She was casually lounging on her bed, a mountain of pillows propping up her back while she read a magazine. I noticed her legs were outstretched, ending with her two bare feet crossed at the ankles. I immediately assumed the kneeling position as Kelly had trained me to do.

"How may I be of service to you, Goddess Kelly?" I asked while gazing up at her.

Kelly looked up, away from the magazine with a kind of cute look while she thought for a second. I noticed how beautiful she looked even without makeup and it really angered me how unfair it was for some people to just be born gorgeous.

"You can start by licking my feet clean while I finish reading this. I haven't showered today so they're nice and sweaty for you. Then you can bathe me while I relax. I think a pedicure would be nice too and obviously you'll have to help me get dressed and do my hair and makeup," she said, ever so sweetly, as if this treatment was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Yes, Goddess Kelly," I replied promptly.

I crawled over to the foot of the bed as Kelly returned her attention to whatever she was reading. Her feet did look pretty dirty which I wasn't very happy about, but regardless I outstretched my tongue and began licking long strokes up her soles. She wiggled her toes and giggled in response, although she never shifted her attention away from her reading.

I had grown used to the taste of her feet by now and although it wasn't pleasant; I could comfortably handle it. I craned my neck to reach every part of her feet so that she wouldn't have to move, slipping my tongue between her toes, then gently running the tip under her nails which always brought a moan from her lips. Occasionally she would close her eyes, obviously enjoying my efforts and this made me happy that at least my humiliating work was being appreciated.

After a long time had passed and my tongue was starting to ache, Kelly finally seemed satisfied with her tongue bath. My massage was halted with a gentle tap of her toes to my forehead. I knew what to do and proceeded to wipe my saliva from her feet with my hair. Once dry, she sat upright on the bed and put both of her feet together in front of me while smiling down.

"Give me those little kisses," she said with amusement.

I leant down and kissed each of her toes once, which brought further giggles from her, before she arose and walked towards the bathroom while swaying her hips. Her bathroom was rather large and I knelt by the bathtub while I filled it with water, making sure that it was just the right temperature. Kelly, meanwhile, stood behind me casually playing with my hair which made me feel strangely aroused.

The rest of the night was spent bathing my Goddess and preparing her for her big night out. We spent a while deciding what colour she wanted her nails painted and after six attempts she was finally satisfied. I then had to kneel before her and blow her nails dry. She looked a vision of beauty after I had finished with her and the dress that she had chosen was incredibly expensive, but I'm sure her mother thought she was worth it.

I, on the other hand, had a rather cheapish dress, but I liked it anyway. After Kelly was ready, I had about ten minutes to myself to do my hair and makeup, a complete joke compared to the whole night that I had spent on Kelly. As you can imagine, I didn't do a great job.

The prom went pretty much as I would have expected it to. I and my ex-friends kneeled obediently next to each of our owners all night, waiting to scurry off and get them drinks. The school principal actually stopped me while I was on one such trip and queried why we were kneeling and waiting on the girls. Finally, this was a chance to get out of this horrible situation. All I had to do was tell him what they had done to me. However, when I glanced over to the dancefloor and saw the four of them gyrating I just couldn't find the words. Kelly looked so sexy and it made my stomach turn. Those bitches had turned me into a lesbian! I stuttered a lot in response to his question, but thankfully, he seemed to accept my on the spot excuse that we lost a bet.

What happened at the prom really worried me. I had a chance to try and get out of my predicament and I had chosen to stay trapped. Kelly's control over me had really grown and she had manipulated my thoughts to an extent. Initially I just despised her for blackmailing me, and this was still true, but now I felt kind of attached to her. It was as if we were both meant for each other, she needed me to serve her and now I needed her to use me. It was a humiliating thought to accept, but I was really starting to believe it. I had never been out with a boy, so I didn't know what it was like to experience intercourse. I doubted it was anything like the pleasure I felt while worshipping Kelly and I guess I'd never find out now anyway.

Kelly hadn't bothered with a date at the prom, so it was up to me to take her home and provide her with as many orgasms as she desired. I began by removing her shoes and delicately kissing her feet while she lay on her bed. I pictured her dancing at the prom and I couldn't stop myself from licking clean all of the sweat that had built up through the night. She moaned as I snaked my tongue between her toes and this only gave me more encouragement. She was a little drunk, so I helped her take off her dress then slowly placed soft kisses up her legs until I reached her vagina.

While I slipped my tongue between her lips, she traced her fingers along my chest then slid her hand underneath and carelessly squeezed my nipple between her fingernails. It really hurt and made my eyes water, but I kept licking regardless. I made sure she had a prom night to remember, and so did I.

That night was months ago and I can still remember every little detail. Kelly only further increased my slavery to her and eventually we burned the tape together, after I pledged that I would serve her of my own accord. By this point, Kelly was pretty much my life and I didn't have any sexual thoughts about anything other than serving her. I longed to be at her feet for hours at a time and I found myself crying if she ever denied me. I'd really been converted into a strange creature.

Occasionally, our princesses like to trade their slaves and although they are all beautiful, it feels more like work to serve them, whereas I am turned on whenever in Kelly's presence. It's particularly difficult when Keisha or Chelsea take control of me as they enjoy constantly ridiculing and belittling me which always leads to me feeling depressed. I am always forced to beg them for the honour of serving them beforehand, often for over an hour. Sarah is not so bad, as she always acts so cute and playful as if I am her little pet and I sometimes find myself getting turned on by it; if I had to be anyone else's slave other than Kelly then I would definitely choose Sarah.

The nightclub visits are quite humiliating as we just stand around while our owners enjoy themselves on the dance floor. They only call us over when they need another drink or to go to the ladies' room so that we can refresh their tired feet. I have to admit that the way in which they carelessly use us does turn me on a little which mortifies me.

Jenny never really got to grips with what happened and I caught her crying to herself on many occasions. I think it's because she has the worst deal of the four of us, as Keisha is never satisfied with anything she does and she's always being shouted at. I also think she feels kind of guilty as she was used against Emma and me in order to enslave us. I don't blame her though as she never really had a choice.

Emma managed to adapt to her situation after the first few months. She found that as long as she pleased Chelsea and provided her with the maximum amount of pleasure then Chelsea will usually treat her alright. Emma learned that showering Chelsea with compliments all of the time, telling her how better she is than everyone else and how much she enjoys being her slave keeps her happy. Chelsea does enjoy occasionally humiliating her, but it's nowhere near the same level as Keisha and Jenny.

Bethany of course remains completely devoted to her owner and I don't think Sarah has any intention of letting her go. To be fair, I doubt that Sarah would have put any effort into enslaving Bethany if she hadn't begged her to. She really is the nicest of the four girls and I think she found it initially quite amusing, but then it became more of a convenience to have a slave.

As for me, recently Kelly broke my heart when she announced that she was planning on moving away to university. I begged her to let me go with her so I could serve her in the dorms, but she claimed it wouldn't work and she would rather have the fun of enslaving a new girl there anyway. She did give me a parting gift of tonguing her pussy and ass to many orgasms, which I was very thankful for.

I remained at home while Kelly went off to gain a degree. I felt completely lost without her and I actually felt a bit angry that she had reduced me to this state and just cleared off without a care in the world, leaving me without a clue what to do. I had never dreamed of ever having such feelings and I doubt that I would ever have pursued a life like this if those girls hadn't forced me into it. But, the damage was done and this is how I was now. I found myself masturbating often to the memories of the way she had treated me.

So, it was with an ironic twist in this tale that I found myself standing outside Sarah's door just like Bethany once did. I nervously knocked and when she answered I immediately dropped to my knees, kissed her feet and begged that she take me as her slave. Her smirk just confirmed how much I needed her in my life. So, when she allowed me into her house, I thanked her by licking and cleaning her feet for the next two hours while begging to be her slave along with Bethany, who was sat watching the entire time. Thankfully, after much convincing Sarah agreed to let me serve her. So I now belong to a goddess who owns two puppy girls, both of which begged for her to control them. How unfair it is that she should have such a good life, while we are so pathetic?