Chapter 43 – Nicola’s Darkest Day
I had tossed and turned much of the night thinking about everything that had happened. My mind replayed the conversation with Aurelia and my submission to her. This made me feel wretched and angry but I couldn’t see another way forward that would protect Chris. Then there was Allegra, she had the hots for Beth so bad it was killing her I thought with a smile. The trouble for me was that Beth was embracing me as her protégé a little too passionately and Allegra was reading that as something more.
That started me wondering whether there was more in Beth’s kiss than just a mentor’s affection. Fuck no! She was just drunk I thought to myself. But then what happened in the toilet and her promise to help me? I had kissed her to seal not only my affection, but my loyalty. Was I really now prepared to be loyal to the bitch that had served my lover on a plate to that psycho Aurelia?
I needed Beth’s support if I was going to be able to take my dominant to the next level and stand up to bitches like Allegra and Aurelia. I also felt deep down that whatever Beth felt for Chris, which in the main seemed to be hatred at this point, my relationship with her needed to remain separate. I think I did care for her and I could feel she cared for me. Even if it was just how protective she was. Then I realised that affection might not be root cause, she could just be protecting her own queen status. From my own dominant’s perspective, I wouldn’t want anyone fucking with my property.
I then looked down at my own property as she lay in the corner of my bedroom looking up at me. She was always awake when I opened my eyes like she had spent all night looking at me longingly. Well, who wouldn’t? I am fucking gorgeous after all! I chuckled to myself and then remembered getting back late last night and pretty much ignoring her, as I was so tired. She had waited up late for me in the hope of some attention and I had pretty much given her fuck all. I decided she deserved a little treat, but first I needed coffee.
“Where’s my fucking coffee slave?” I barked.
“It’s on your bedside table my beautiful goddess. I could see you were tired last night so thought it would be nice to wake up to it this morning. I hope you don’t find me too presumptuous?”
Fucking hell, I thought, that’s some party trick bitch. I felt the coffee cup which was still relatively hot and marvelled at her anticipation. For once the bitch got one over me and I was so impressed I decided to let her have it.
“Thank you, slave. Your servitude and attention to my needs is just where it needs to be right now. I am even a little impressed.”
Henrietta beamed a smile at me. It was high praise from a goddess to be thanked and appreciated in the same sentence and she knew it.
“Oh thank you, goddess. I am so happy.” Henrietta said. “May I start preparing your breakfast?”
“Not just yet. I want to ask you something first.” I then paused for effect. “What socks do you think I should wear today slave?” I sat up and took a slurp of my coffee. I even pulled up the duvet to expose my beautiful feet before wiggling my toes at her.
She flushed bright red with excitement. I could see by her face that she wanted my filthy disgusting socks from the wash hamper again. But she was clearly too unsure and embarrassed to say. I wondered whether they would ever actually make it to the washing machine? I chuckled to myself again.
“Erm, I am sure my beautiful goddess would prefer to choose herself.”
“If I wanted to choose myself I would have done so slave, now stop fucking around and speak up. Which one’s should I wear?”
I knew this was a great little humiliation test for her as by selecting those filthy revolting socks she would be admitting to herself and me that she did indeed love them and that was plain nasty. If she didn’t choose them however she would lose out on an opportunity to sniff them again and get lost in a world of pleasure. Which way would this go? Did she have the courage to admit who she was and take another step down the road to ruin?
“Well goddess, if it pleases you, my favourite socks are the ones in the wash hamper.”
Bingo, I thought. She was so fucking depraved, I loved it. But she wasn’t going to get what she wanted that easily.
“What? Those filthy fucking stink rags on my beautiful feet? What are you trying to tell me slut?!”
Henrietta went into a panic thinking she had insulted me. I laughed my arse off inside, but remained cross and stern on my face.
“Oh, my immaculate goddess. I am so sorry. I completely lost myself in my own love and desire for you. I should never have suggested such a thing. I deserve to be punished badly.” Henrietta then rushed out to collect my crop from the living room before returning with it in her hands and presenting it to me.
“Are you now telling me how I should punish you slave?” I asked with my eyebrows raised.
Henrietta went into another panic and started crying. She was sobbing her heart out. Fucking hell I thought this bitch really cares for me big time. I keep forgetting that fact as I look at her mainly as a toy for my amusement.
“Enough! Stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself, bitch.” I then grabbed the crop and brought it down hard on her shoulder shocking her out of her crying temporarily.
“Thank you, goddess. It’s just that I love and worship you so dearly, it breaks my heart when I know I have upset you somehow.”
Fucking hell, she thought she had upset me. Little did she know how much of a total bitch I could be. That was nothing.
“Look at me bitch!” I commanded and Henrietta set her tear stained eyes on me.
“Your punishment will not be the crop. That’s too fucking good for you by half. I am going to be much nastier than that to you bitch.” I said in my most angry voice.
Henrietta then started trembling knowing I could be devastatingly cruel when I wanted to me. “Oh, right goddess, yes of course.”
“I am going to wear my nasty filthy socks not just today but all fucking weekend and you will be dealing with them in every depraved way imaginable! We’ll see after that if they are still your favourite socks.”
Henrietta almost exploded in joy at my punishment but used all the restraint she could to hide it as I had delivered it as a threat not a reward.
“Yes goddess. I understand. I promise to do all you ask and be very grateful for any punishment you feel I deserve.”
“Of course you will, slut. And anyway, who gives a fuck what you feel? Now go get my breakfast and be quick.”
Henrietta shot out the door quicker than a greyhound, buoyed by the prospect of a weekend under my filthy socks. The breakfast she prepared was amazing, even by her high standards. She even put a single red rose in a small pot on the side of my tray saying that my breakfast should be adorned with something beautiful to marry with my exquisite magnificence. Fuck, I loved being her goddess.
After I had finished my breakfast I took a bath keeping my stinky feet outside the water, which of course she loved. I noticed as she washed my body she would take deep breaths every time she passed them imagining how wonderful the weekend would be. I didn’t give her any shit for it as I was now thinking about work again.
When I was out the bath I put on my dress down Friday outfit, insisting Henrietta got the socks out the hamper and on my feet, as I didn’t even want to touch them. She then put on my old ratty squash sneakers just to magnify the potency for later. I wore smart blue jeans and a white open-neck blouse to finish off my casual look. Shortly after finishing off my look with a little make-up, I left following one final kiss on my sneakers from Henrietta.
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The early morning was fairly uneventful. I did another sterling job with Beth bringing her breakfast (without spit again) and then going through her agenda, priorities and urgent emails. I took care of pretty much everything, affording her the luxury to just relax until the team meeting.
During the team meeting Beth surprised me with some rather glowing accolades about my contribution to the bid. Scanning the room, I could see this really pissed off Aurelia, Grace and Allegra and to a lesser extent Porsche who looked like she was close with Seraphina again, though not necessarily the other way around.
Perhaps more interestingly was how pleased for me Seraphina, Julia, Sophia, Laura and Karine were. Karine was the important one, I thought. The others I kind of expected, as I had worked hard on them. I needed to work on how to develop that relationship and quickly while I had some stock with her. That said, Seraphina was more than a little flirtatious in her glances at me, which made me chuckle given how cute she was.
Beth then really went in hard on Chris in front of everyone, making him look like a complete idiot. I was pretty fucked off with her for doing that but managed to keep it inside. Chris though could no doubt sense my empathy for his position. Beth even insisted he write some kind of report, justifying his position in the company and threatening to out him. I couldn’t believe she would actually follow through with that threat though, could she?
Maybe Beth was testing me again, only this time publically to see if I would still side with Chris. She sensed my feelings for Chris and kicked me as if to warn me about my commitment to her. When we got back to her office she started giving me a hard time about my reaction.
“Your love for that wretch is your weakness slave. You know that, right?” Beth asked sternly.
“I know,” I said solemnly, realizing this was true.
“Every bitch in this place that has it in for you will exploit that weakness. You know that as well, right?” Beth seemed to be reading through my predicament like it was completely transparent to her.
“You are right, goddess. That is exactly what is happening.”
“Then what the fuck are you going to do about it, bitch?!” Beth was challenging me, presumably for my own good.
“I need time to think, goddess. I will head your wise words. Thank you for kicking my arse.”
Beth seemingly satisfied she had pushed me enough, backed off to leave me with the predicament. I then asked what Beth wanted for lunch and went out to get her something while I gathered my thoughts.
We took lunch together on my return while we went through some other prospects provided by Aurelia’s team. I got a little fucked off hearing how pleased Beth was with Aurelia’s efforts. She was doing a much better job than I hoped she was, it was almost like Chris was helping her, but he couldn’t be that stupid.
Towards the end of lunch, the bitch actually turned up at Beth’s office.
“Hi Beth. Hope the latest leads and prospects were all to your satisfaction?”
“Indeed, Aurelia. I was most impressed. There are a few really interesting proposals in there that we can start to look at after the Masters & Johnson bid next week. Well done to you and your team.”
“You are welcome, Beth. In fact, I was going to ask you if I can borrow Nicola for the afternoon? I need to complete some additional research for the latest leads and my team are all tied up on other work.” Aurelia said, not looking at me once.
“Why don’t you get your slave to do that, Aurelia?” Beth asked.
“Well, I would but he is going to be maxed out with the juniors and I wanted to get my next big prospect back to you before the end of the week.”
I knew what the bitch was up to and her manipulation of Beth was frighteningly good. Eventually, Beth relented - clearly wanting the big lead input to inform the board as soon as possible.
She then turned to me. “Well Nicola, do you think you can help out Aurelia?”
Aurelia then stared at me menacingly as if to say that I had better agree or else. She did this in such a way Beth did not see. She was a conniving bitch.
“Are you sure you don’t need me for anything here?” I asked, hopeful Beth would say yes and give me an out without having to decline Aurelia.
“No, in fact I would prefer you help Aurelia as that big lead is one of my highest priorities.”
“In that case Aurelia, I will come and help you. When do you need me?” I asked.
She smirked with that devilish grin that said she had fucked me over. “Oh, as soon as you can please Nicola. Say 5 minutes? I will be in my office. Thanks to you both.”
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As I started to make my way to Aurelia’s office, I got thinking. She was as smooth as silk in her manipulation of the situation, which considering it was Beth really shook me. Every time I engaged that psycho bitch I was impressed and daunted by her in equal measure. She seemed to have no fear whatsoever of anyone. I could use some of that confidence and bravado myself. Either way, I wasn’t going to be frightened of the bitch. If I showed any weakness she would have no qualms in completely destroying me, and Beth wouldn’t protect me either as she hated weakness.
When I arrived, I was hoping to see Chris but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen around Aurelia’s office. So I walked in through the open door.
“Shut it and lock it.” Aurelia commanded from her desk without looking up at me.
I turned around and shut the door then locked it with the key that was still inside. As I turned around Aurelia was now sitting with her feet up on the desk and her hands behind her head, power posing.
“We can’t have your screams echoing down the hallway disturbing all the hard work going on, can we whore?” Aurelia was looking to unsettle me from the get go.
I was afraid to say it was working and I had to concentrate hard not to show fear. This was the first time I was alone with the bitch and in a soundproofed office with a locked door. It couldn’t really have been any worse, unless of course I was in her house, I supposed.
“What the fuck do you want, Aurelia?” I asked, giving her equal measure from my dominant.
“Respect for a start, you fucking stupid cunt! When will you learn that disrespecting me will only mean a world of pain for you?!” The veins in her neck were throbbing and her face was bright red with rage.
Fucking hell, I thought, that was some serious fucking anger. I needed to be a little more cautious.
“Ok, let me try again. What can I do for you, goddess?”
“Too fucking late, you trash slut. Get on your fucking knees. In fact, get all the way down so you are flat on the floor and crawl to me.” Aurelia snarled, still furious.
She then dropped her feet to the floor and shuffled her seat to the side of her desk so she was sat in front of me.
I paused for merely seconds before she screamed at me. “Now! Or I will come over there and beat the crap out of you!”
Just fucking try it, you pathetic bitch, I thought to myself. I considered waiting to see if she had the courage to take me on. Even though she was fearless, she wasn’t stupid and knew I could hurt her. I wondered who would actually win in a fight? I was sure my fitness from squash could overpower her. but with the sadistic lifestyle she had lived I was also convinced she could look after herself.
It was only when she added “And your bitch boyfriend will have the worst weekend of his miserable life” that I realised why I was here in the first place – to protect my love, Chris. It was almost like she could read my mind.
I slowly descended onto my knees and then lay down on my front across the carpet. I felt humiliated and embarrassed to be in this position with her and it made me feel sick and angry with myself.
“Now crawl to me, slut. Feel the weight of my power over you as you do so and the heavy burden of your humiliation. Realise that you are crawling to your doom and there is nothing you can do about it.”
Aurelia laughed as I started to crawl across the floor towards her. She was a fucking despot lunatic.
“What a fucking pathetic sight you are slut! You were giving me so much front before, but you will never come close to being equal to me. I am superior to you in every way – mentally, physically and by divine fucking right.”
I wasn’t sure how much of this shit I could take before I flipped out completely. My dominant was going berserk in my head, screaming to kill her. It was taking all my self-control to just keep going. Eventually I arrived at her chair and she slid her feet over so they were just in front of my face.
Aurelia had a pair of old white gym sneakers on and what appeared to be white argyle socks underneath. As she wiggled her toes inside those sneakers I felt a waft of stench rise up from them and envelope my face. Fucking hell, I thought, this was sick and I brought my head up to put distance between my nose and the sneakers.
Aurelia quickly placed her foot on my head and pushed it back down so my nose landed on the top of her other sneaker, which she had inserted underneath.
“Now stay still and put your hands behind your back for me, slut.” Aurelia commanded.
“Really?” I asked, getting totally pissed off now.
“Just fucking do it slave.” Aurelia snarled. As I put my hands behind my back she leaned over and I heard a little click. Fuck, I thought, she just put me in handcuffs!
“What the hell are you doing Aur…goddess?”
Aurelia ignored the question. “I told you if you hated filthy, stinking feet you were in for a world of pain and I have prepared something extra special inside these babies for you to revel in. In fact, start licking the tops of my sneakers while I tell you what’s on the menu, slut.”
She then tapped her sneaker up and down until I put my tongue out onto her sneaker. The tops were pretty nasty, but bearable, so I obliged by leaving my tongue out for now. The handcuffs were tight on my wrists and my only movement now was from side to side.
“Well, this morning Grace and myself gave your little whore boyfriend a treat of piss-soaked soles to wash his mouth out after her gave us a whole bunch of profanities.”
Fucking hell. I thought, this was going to be all ways sickening. What the fuck was wrong with this bitch? My only solace at this point was hearing that Chris was giving her shit, a marked difference from the love story she was telling me last night. I knew she was a fucking liar.
“Now adding to the nice champagne-based starter, I have added an exquisite main course of filth from the local park where we fed your tart a nice square meal of crap from our feet. The desert, of course, is the sweat and stink that was already on my feet, which will just cap everything off rather nicely don’t you think?” Aurelia started laughing as she wiggled her sneakers in excitement.
“Come on, goddess. You don’t have to do this. Can’t we just settle for a foot rub or something?” I was trying to reason with just about the most unreasonable person on the planet.
“Oh, but we have to do this, slut. This is what you get when you try to stand up to me or worse defy me. I am only beginning my humiliations and degradations. This is just kid’s stuff. You wait until we get to the really nasty stuff!” Aurelia said in a low menacing tone.
I shivered at the thought of what this vile nasty bitch could be capable of. Given her personal lifestyle, I didn’t even really want to imagine. All I knew was the threat was very real and she had every intention of executing on her words.
“Mmm, that little ripple of fear was beautiful, slut. It shows me your weakness, a little chink in your armour to open up and exploit. You now realise what you are fucking with, don’t you? Would you like to beg at this point or shall we save that for later?”
I didn’t answer and Aurelia didn’t much care, as she knew her words had a crushing effect on me just by the look on my face.
“Ok enough procrastination. Get those sneakers off with your teeth, slut.” As I started to attempt to pull at her shoelaces with my teeth, I felt the end of her crop brush my face. “Hurry now, you don’t want me to have to use this, do you?”
I knew immediately then that I would be feeling that crop at some point this afternoon. I could see how her mind worked. After all, I was a dominant too. I wasn’t as sick and twisted as she was but I could still read through her games like they were my own.
I sped up as fast as I could but still took three lashes across my back despite my efforts. They weren’t too hard, well not for a fucking hard ass dominant like me anyway. With her laces untied it was now time to remove the sneakers.
“Bite the heel bitch so you can ease off those filthy sneakers.” Aurelia was smiling and looking down at me.
As I placed my teeth around the heel of the first sneaker, she arched her foot and slid it out bringing a horrendous stench with it. Whether it was already in my mind or in reality, with that sock just inches from my face I could have sworn I could smell the piss, filth and sweat on her feet. I made a disgusted grunt as the smell hit my face, but was helpless to move anywhere.
She knew I would be going crazy at this point and anticipated the need for handcuffs perfectly. I wouldn’t be making this mistake twice, I thought.
“Let’s get the other one off nice and quick, slut. I don’t want any of that sweet sock dampness to dry out before I wash your face in it.” Aurelia laughed.
She almost had the sneaker off before I could get my teeth around the heel this time, she was so impatient to deploy my fate. As soon as the second sock emerged she cupped her feet together under my head, soles turned slightly upwards, then bent down and pushed my face into the black stained wet odorous socks.
It was fucking revolting in every sense of the word. I shouted and wretched into the socks as the bitch laughed hysterically above me. Her hands were pushing my head so hard into the socks I could hardly breathe. My face was slick with the sweat and heat from her socks, which only added to my claustrophobic suffocation. Though I held my breath as long as I could, inevitably I had to take in a huge cloud of the vile aroma into my body. I convulsed again and thought I was about to throw up.
“How fucking bad is that, bitch? Isn’t this just about as low as your pathetic insignificant life has ever been? Sniffing the horrendous rank feet of your arch enemy and knowing you will have to continue doing it for as long as I demand it of you. I could keep you in those socks for hours. Fuck, I could make you sniff them all weekend and there is fuck all you can do but sniff and suffer. This is absolutely priceless.” Aurelia laughed.
The relentless verbal assault went on and on.
“Come on! Really hoover up all the stench, you ridiculous creature. I want that shit to be burning your nostrils and melting away your resistance, so you become my little foot sniffing puppy dog. I will sit in my chair and wave my vile foot in your general direction, then you will bounce over to me all eager, place your nose into my socks, and sniff like it’s all that keeps you alive. You will then, of course, thank me and beg to lick them clean, which I may or may not allow you.”
I could clearly see a vivid picture of Henrietta doing exactly what she just described, but never in a million years would that be me. This fucking bitch was deluded. She was on some maniacal power trip, leading her into madness.
She enveloped my nose with her toes to ensure every breath was drawn through the sock webbing. The stench was not only utterly abhorrent and repugnant, but also completely debilitating. It was wearing me down and making me feel both drowsy and docile. Perhaps it was simply my inability to breathe properly?
She made me sniff those socks for close to thirty minutes. I really never thought it would end.
Finally, Aurelia spoke again. “Ok, it’s nasty filthy bare feet time, bitch. Peel those socks off with your teeth and make it quick or I will crop your back again.”
The socks were stuck to her feet with the sweat that was so entrenched in them and furthermore the elastic around her ankle was really tight and difficult to leverage with my mouth. It took me so long to remove the socks, she found plenty of excuse to administer a further ten lashes to my back. It was now getting very sore and I had to wince a few times to stomach the pain.
“Aww, poor little foot sniffer. Is that nasty bitch cropping your back and making it all sore? Don’t cry little puppy, it will all be over soon and you can go and play with your little puppy boyfriend. NOT!” Aurelia laughed heinously at her own nastiness. She was in some kind of bitch heaven right now.
“The truth is that this is your life from now on. All you have to look forward to is my stinky rank feet, endless whippings from my crop, and all topped off with my verbal assaults. Well, at least until I step things up and really break you into a blubbering mess. By the time I have finished with you, you will need five years in an institution piecing your mind back together again before you are fit to integrate back into society.” Aurelia snarled.
When the socks were finally off I was faced with her filthy black feet covered in grime and piss. The stench was quite simply beyond horrendous and she knew it.
“Fucking hell, whore. That’s some nasty fucking stank even by my standards. I have really outdone myself today. This is what I call a foot baptism of fire! Now sniff it all up for me so I don’t have to be offended by it anymore.”
Her toes then danced around my nostrils intermittently pinching my nose, plugging my nasal passages and smearing their filth over my face. I was now on the verge of being sick and my face was green.
“If you are sick on my feet, bitch, I will make you eat it off together with the filth between my toes. There is no fucking way you are leaving this room until they are spotless, so choose your fate.”
I rolled to the side in some vain effort at temporary relief. Aurelia could see how sick I looked and gave me twenty seconds or so respite - more to avoid my vomiting than out of compassion. Eventually, she got impatient and rolled me back with her hands into her awaiting soles.
“Ok, time to start eating the filth and piss from my feet now, slut. Get used to the taste as this will be a regular meal for you each week. In fact, I can see you getting so addicted to it you will be asking waitresses in restaurants to stick their feet in your face so you can eat off their sweaty feet instead of eating off the regular menu. Time to embrace your new best friend, depravity!”
The crop lashed me hard this time and I yelped slightly. I was really annoyed for showing anguish to her, as I knew she would thrive on this show of weakness.
“Get licking bitch! Now, or the next one comes in 3…2…1…” Another lash came down, this time harder, and I felt a shiver of pain run down my back.
“Ok, fucking hell! I will lick them! Just stop, ok?!”
She paused briefly to watch my tongue approach her filthy feet. She even moved them back slightly to prolong my agony and I had to shuffle forward like a snake to reach them.
When my tongue finally landed on them, she smirked. “Perfect. Simply, perfect. A lowly worthless slave washes the filthy feet of her queen, understanding her divine and supreme standing in her life. Overcome by the sheer awesomeness and power of this woman the slave feels honoured and privileged to undertake this meagre of all tasks. But to you, slave, this is everything. This is your purpose and this is now your life!”
Aurelia started rubbing her pussy now, so excited and enthralled by my suffering that she couldn’t help herself. She also started moaning loudly.
I closed my eyes and thought of my beautiful Chris and then the strength of my mentor Beth, and used them in combination to find the resolve to clean those revolting feet. The filth was all over my lips, tongue and mouth. I had to ingest copious amounts just to create clean patches I could work from. I resolved never to allow her to get me in this situation ever again. It was at this point I heard Beth’s words echo in my mind that my love for Chris was my weakness. Without that I would be destroying this bitch instead of worshiping her. I wasn’t sure how much longer my dominant could put up with this before I would have to let Chris fend for himself. Aurelia’s wickedness was simply otherworldly and didn’t belong on this earth.
As I was nearing the last twenty per cent of my foot cleaning ordeal, my mouth was so full of filth I could hardly swallow - let alone clean.
Aurelia glared at me. “You stupid fucking slut! You are just pushing the dirt around now. They won’t get clean like that and you are not coming up until they are. Beg for my spit, cunt!”
I was exhausted, debilitated, and quite frankly beaten - at least for today. “Please goddess, can I have your spit to help me clean your feet?”
“Not fucking desperate and pathetic enough slave. Try again!”
I recalled some of Henrietta’s best phrases in my mind and conjured up what I thought she needed to hear so I could get this over and done. “Please, my beautiful goddess. Would you honour me with your spit so I may clean the filth from your divine feet?”
“Perfect!” Aurelia said and I heard a click. As I looked up I could see her camera phone hovering above my head. She had filmed the whole of my piteous begging.
Shortly after, I saw five huge globules of phlegm land on her toes and soles.
“Well what do you say, whore?”
“Thank you, goddess.”
“To my face whore!” Aurelia sneered.
As I looked up to repeat my words, she spat furiously into my face multiple times - laughing between each one. “Feeling loved now, bitch? Get back down there now as my spit trickles down your face and clean off my feet.”
I just didn’t care anymore at this point. My dignity, pride and even my dominant were shattered. It was everything I could do not to cry, which I am sure would have been the coup-de-grace for Aurelia had I given her that satisfaction.
I laboured through the remainder of the cleaning and then collapsed exhausted, relieved and somewhat amazed I didn’t actually throw up in the end.
As Aurelia lifted her feet to inspect them, she remarked, “Fucking hell, whore, you are one world class foot cleaner. I was sure I had you beaten with these babies but you got through it and without even throwing up. I am going to have to go back to the drawing board if I am gonna break you, slut. You are one tough motherfucking bitch.”
After accepting they were as clean as they were going to get, Aurelia plopped her feet back down on my head. “Ok, you can have 5 minutes on foot stool duties as a reward while you collect yourself before our next little game.”
My god, I thought, it’s not over yet?
I almost collapsed into a slumber, I was so exhausted by my last ordeal, so I was shocked when Aurelia slapped my cheek hard with the sole of her foot. It also stung and I whimpered softly, but not loud enough she could hear this time.
“Ok whore, get on your knees and face me. I need to see your ugly mutt for this next game, though I am sure you will compensate me with lots of amusement with your suffering.”
I wriggled to my side and then rolled until I was able to lift my body with my hands still cuffed behind my back. My wrists were now sore with the struggling and discomfort. Once I was balanced, I stood up before I then knelt back down in front of Aurelia.
Whilst waving her crop in my face she spoke. “Ok, this little game is called truth or punishment. I will ask you a series of questions. If I think you are telling me the truth, I will give you a reward like a foot kiss, spit in the face or a foot slap. If I think you are lying I will whip you hard with my crop with each lash being harder than the last. We both know how hard I am prepared to go with my crop administrations, as I am sure your gutless boyfriend would have told you.”
She then paused briefly as if in thought.
“I should also tell you that I have a doctorate in psychology, following the financing of private degree studies through my BDSM lifestyle. What that means to your tiny mind is I can read you like an open book. I know pretty much everything you are thinking as it’s going on in that ugly head of yours. Also, being a dominant I know how you think, what makes you tick and what fucks you up. Though looking at you now, I think any self-respecting dominant clan would rather wipe their feet on you than give you any reverence.”
“I won’t ask you if you are ready to start because you are a worthless cunt and I don’t care either way. First question – When did you first realise you were a dom?”
“I guess I always was. I had a difficult upbringing, which I guess seeded in a lot of resentment. That then emerged during my teens. I had a few boyfriends who liked kinky stuff, but whenever I brought my dominant out, they shit themselves and ran a mile.”
Aurelia then placed her sole to my face and I kissed it, signalling the truth, I guessed.
“Fuck you and your difficult upbringing. It was nothing compared to mine, you snivelling winger! Question two – What drew you to your boyfriend?”
What the fuck was she on asking me these questions? Also, why did she care? I didn’t like where this was going one bit.
“Why do you care bitch?” I started welling up with anger.
Aurelia then lashed me hard, much harder than earlier, and I bent over to absorb the pain. Fucking hell, that was really painful, I thought.
“Ok. I guess I could see he was a submissive, like you could, right? I figured he might be able to cope with my dominant better than the pussies at college.” Her foot came up to my face again.
“Question three – Was he what you expected then?”
“Chris is everything I expected and more. He is my soul mate. I have never met anyone who can embrace my dominant like he can and still love me so completely.”
“What a load of slushy horseshit. Just stick to the questions, bitch. So he can handle the dominant shit. Is that what you are saying?”
“It’s more than that. He is not actually that good with the pain, but he will endure so much more than most, even though it crushes his heart. It is the love that pours out when I dominate him that makes me whole.”
Aurelia didn’t lift her foot this time, she was too interested in the conversation. She had an unhealthy interest in Chris that was worrying me. I was really hoping now all this talk of him saying he loved her wasn’t true.
“What do you mean love pours out, bitch?”
“Well when I push him too far he doesn’t really break with the pain and suffering, but more from the love he has for me. In some strange way it brings us closer together, rather than forces us apart.”
“Is that why you love him?”
“Look Aurelia, why are you asking me all these questions?”
Aurelia went into a rage. “Disrespectful cunt! Answer my fucking questions.” She then lashed me three times with full force and I screamed with the pain.
“Well?” She asked as she finished.
“Fucking hell, yes! He makes me whole. He is the only person I have ever met that can embrace my dominant and me and love them both equally. I can let go of everything and just be myself with him. No fucking double life shit. Are you satisfied now?”
Her foot came up and I kissed it again.
“And do you think he can always love you with the darkness in your heart? You know one day it will try to destroy him, don’t you?”
“He will always be there for me, I am sure of that. Despite how much others try to corrupt him.”
As her crop lifted I raised my voice and continued, trying to prevent the oncoming lash.
“And yes, my darkness will threaten us but I will do everything in my power to control it or deflect it somewhere else to protect him. I won’t allow myself to destroy what we have in the same way I won’t allow anyone else!” I said snarling.
“The bitch awakens, as out little game ends. You surprised me. I was sure you would be a lying whore all the way through that game.”
I wondered myself why I had been so open. I guess I wanted to hear it myself, and also she needed to hear how strong and devoted Chris and myself were, and how fucking tough it was going to be to break us.
“I was intending to close our first session together with a toast. As a reward for being so open with me, I will allow you to choose your drink. There are three choices, slut. You can drink my piss, lick the arse sweat out of my crack or clean up my pussy until I come. What will it be?” Aurelia smirked knowing there was only one choice.
I raised my eyebrows and approached her pussy. She slid down in her chair slightly and pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side, before dragging some sanitary wipe across my tongue.
“Make sure I enjoy this slave or next time I won’t be as lenient with your choices.” Aurelia threatened.
As I started licking she started up her verbal belittling again. “That’s right, worship the pussy of your owner, your goddess. Give pleasure to the one who snuffs out your happiness, your hopes and your dreams. Taste my sweetness and feed your own arousal as it is as close as you will get to sex ever again slut now I own your boyfriend too.” Aurelia then laughed.
I wanted to bite her fucking clit off but figured I had got this far and now just needed to get done and out of here. I lapped, splashed and slurped at her pussy for around five minutes and she was dripping all over the place. Clearly the last couple of hours had excited her sadistic warped mind immensely. After some well-timed and focused sucking on her clitoris she exploded and I sighed. I never felt so sexually depleted as watching her orgasm. For me, it was the antithesis of pleasure.
After a few minutes recovering, Aurelia smiled. “Well at least you are good for something, slut. I might have to hire you out to my girlfriends at the BDSM club one night. Anyway, I am bored with you now and have better things to do so you can fuck off. Our next date will be Monday night, when you will be coming to my house for dinner. Some intimate time with me and your best friend Grace will be just the tonic you need to lift your spirits going into the weekend. Don’t think of bailing on that date either, or I will summon a she-brute to come around my house and fuck your bitch with a strap on until he has to go into hospital with internal bleeding. That enough incentive for you?”
“I will be there,” I said in a dejected voice - knowing only she could follow through on such a threat.
“Good, it’s a date then.” She reached down and unlocked the handcuffs before kicking me in the chest, sending me across the floor towards the door.
I couldn’t leave without giving her a final verbal fucking. My dominant would not allow it after what she had put me through.
“Listen, you mad fucking psycho bitch. I have put up with crazy amounts of shit here today for you to go easy on Chris, so just make sure you live up to your end of the bargain. If I find you are going hard on him after this, I will make today look like a day at the seaside compared to what revenge I will exact on you. Also, don’t try any of your mind-fucking on him. He doesn’t love you and he never will. He is mine and I am his and nothing will ever change that!”
Aurelia listened quietly before adding, “That final word will cost you dearly on Monday night. I hope it was worth it. Now fuck off out of my sight!”
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I leapt out of the door after unlocking it and slammed it behind me. On the way through the foyer towards the exit I saw Chris, which so warmed my heart. If ever there was a time I need to see him it was now. I was a fucking mess as well and he noticed straight away.
Though he offered to help me fight her I knew she was too strong for him. Fuck, I was beginning to wonder if I had the resolve to see this through with her. What was most important was he told me he loved me, vindicating my sacrifices for him and assuring me Aurelia’s poisonous words were nothing but lies. After seeing him I finally relented to the tears I had held back for the last two hours.
Chris also asked me about Beth. He must have felt threatened by her reaction to me in the team meeting but I needed her now more than ever. Chris just had to understand that our being together was only going to come with sacrifices. I also knew Monday with Beth was going to be a tricky time. She had some plan for that report from Chris and I wasn’t sure what it was.
When someone from Aurelia’s team approached I backed into the shadows. If I had known is was Julia I maybe wouldn’t have bothered but I needed out of there and quick. I just had enough time to tell him I loved him and then I left.
Once alone with my thoughts on the way home, I let the rest of my tears pour out. Aurelia really had crushed my dominant today in a way I didn’t think anyone could. She knew all my buttons and vulnerabilities. As I walked and relived some of those horrendous experiences, my darkness started to shadow me and I began to feel both wicked and evil. Normally this would unsettle me and I would show restraint, but tonight I wanted to unleash it. In fact, someone was going to go through hell to appease my dominant needs and there was only one person who could do that for me.
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When I knocked on the door it was six o’ clock and Henrietta opened it up within seconds, already on her knees. When she saw the state I was in, all the colour drained from her face. She watched me walk into the room silently and I sat down on the sofa, carefully placing a cushion first to protect my sore back. My dominant was rampant and I just needed to restore my energy before I unleashed on Henrietta. Poor bitch, she had no idea what was coming to her.
Henrietta came and sat by me. Her face was bright red but not with excitement and she had the makings of tears in her eyes.
“Goddess,” she said tentatively.
“What the fuck is it?” I asked dismissively.
“I would never normally ask you this, but I wonder on this one occasion whether you would allow me to speak freely?”
These words peaked my interest. “Yes, speak. Say whatever the fuck you want.”
Henrietta got up onto her feet. “I want to know who the fuck in this world would dare hurt my beautiful goddess? You are everything to me and I will not allow anyone or anything to harm you. I will fucking absolutely destroy that person with a hatred so complete and perfect they would wish they had never met you. Please tell me who it is, goddess.”
Her fists were now clenched, the veins in her neck were pronounced and her head was almost purple with rage - tears of hatred streaming down her cheeks. I actually felt quite nervous being near someone so angry. She most definitely had murder in her eyes.
“Kneel at my side slave,” I said, my dominant now respecting her courage and loyalty. I then continued. “I have lost enough today and I am not about to lose you into hell as well.”
“I don’t care, goddess. It doesn’t matter what happens to me. You are everything and I would do anything for you. Don’t you know that?”
“I do now, my beautiful slave,” I said affectionately.
“Then let me go into hell for you,” Henrietta said resolutely, meaning every word of it.
“Listen, Henrietta. I will call on you one day for such a sacrifice but not today. What is important is I now know how much I mean to you and how much you are prepared to do for my affections. That is enough.”
Tears started rolling down her cheeks as her anger abated and her devotion and love for me took control of her feelings. She then got up and walked across the room.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going, slut?” I shouted as my dominant started to cast its long shadow across the room.
Henrietta didn’t answer as she returned from the bedroom with my crop.
“You told me this morning, goddess, not to tell you how to punish me. Well, now I am going to insist you release your rage on me to find yourself again. I can see in your eyes a part of you is lost. I know I will hurt, I know I will bleed and I know I will cry, but that is not your concern. If I cannot destroy whoever did this to you then I will be whatever you need tonight to rediscover your resolve to fight your battle. I will always be by your side as long as you allow me. I will not ask you for a safe word. I will just bear whatever I can until I am no more able to.”
“Strip,” I said and Henrietta took all her clothes off.
“Give me the crop,” I said.
I then lost the next thirty minutes or so as the darkness completely clouded my mind. I was beyond rage and any kind of sensibility as my crop lashed across her body countless times. It was only when her body went limp and lifeless I even considered stopping. I collapsed on the sofa, completely filled with hate, anger and bile. My dominant felt magnificent but at what cost?
I wasn’t even sure if Henrietta had survived my onslaught, it was so vicious. After about another thirty minutes, I heard her groan with the pain that wracked her body.
Looking upon her pathetic, abused body I started to feel overcome with guilt. My mind was being carved in two between the dominant that was fulfilled and the caring part of me that felt callous and self-loathing.
“Can you come to me, Henrietta?”
She literally crawled to me with what little strength she had left. Even to this point her loyalty was unquestionable. Arriving at my feet, she kissed my sneakers.
“I am sorry I couldn’t take more from you, goddess. I tried.”
“Oh, my poor love. I am so sorry. What have I done to you?”
“You did nothing but what I asked, goddess. You must not take this on yourself. It was my sacrifice and I don’t regret it for one second. I will emerge from this and hopefully you will see how much I love you.”
Tears were now streaming down my face and onto hers as she lay before me. She put her hand to her face and wiped the tears into her cheeks and smiled feeling the emotion I was affording her. I made a promise to myself that I would never lose control like this ever again. Iit was not who I wanted to be.
I made us some simple food of dips; fresh vegetables to accompany them and packet snacks, then brought them in. I made Henrietta lie across my lap on her front to protect her back while I fed her from the tray. I stroked her hair tenderly while we listened to some of my favourite modal jazz tunes.
After a couple of hours of tenderness and affection on my lap - some of which she slept through - I asked Henrietta, “How are you feeling my love?”
“Please call me slave, goddess. Anything else doesn’t feel right.”
“How are you feeling, slave?”
“This is the happiest day of my life, goddess.”
“How so?”
“Well, when I bought you the necklace I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, but after I realised material things cannot do justice to my feelings. Today, I have been able to show you how I truly feel and that makes me so happy.”
“You are probably the most extraordinary person I have ever met in my life, slave. I have a number of dominant acquaintances who like to think they are tough but none of them come anywhere near you.”
“I get my strength from my love for you, goddess. Without you I am nothing.”
I knew then that if one day I walked away from her it would indeed kill her, and I breathed a heavy sigh appreciating the responsibility I must bear for her now. I owed her so much, knowing when my needs were so great she was there for me, and I resolved to do the same for her come what may.
“I know that, slave, and I will be there for you. Today will be with me forever.” She then cozied into my lap and cried tears of love and happiness.
We were both exhausted with pain and emotion now at this point, but I didn’t want to deny her pleasure if she was capable of it. “Do you have the strength to sniff my socks, slave?”
She smiled up at me like her world had come alive. “I have been thinking about them all day, goddess. I would so love to but I fear my pain will not allow me to enjoy them yet. Would it be possible for me to worship them in the morning?”
“I will be insisting, slave!” I smiled at her.
I then helped her to her feet and carried her into the bedroom. Once by the bed, I lay Henrietta down on her side to avoid any pressure on her back. I got in beside her so I was facing her, like we did before, and I embraced her gently with my arms and legs.
I kissed her tenderly on the lips. “We are going to have a girls’ day out tomorrow, slave, and I am going to leave my stinky trainers on tonight just to make sure you get more than you can handle in feet stink!”
“Perhaps tomorrow will be the happiest day of my life instead then.” Henrietta joked and we both laughed like loving sisters would. I kissed her goodnight and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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