Chapter 1: Introduction
The mewling sound of distress barely registered for Lady Amelia, as she looked with disdain at her foot slave's submissive form. Emily was on all fours, brow furrowed as she intently searched for something on Lady Amelia's marble-white feet.
With a pink tongue darting out like a snake, she traced over the arch of a foot, her green eyes squinting in scrutiny. Shadows danced on her slender frame as candlelight revealed a tension that cracked through her shoulders and back.
After what felt like an eternity, Emily looked up at Lady Amelia, her lips pursed in a tight line.
"Well?"
"I-I, my lady, I cannot find anything wrong on your beautiful feet," Emily answered, keeping her voice steady.
Lady Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Liar," she hissed, her finger digging into Emily's scalp. The blonde hair tugged and pain radiated up Emily's head.
A bitter taste tinged her mouth and still she met Lady Amelia's eyes, unflinching.
"I swear, my lady, I've found no imperfections," Emily reiterated, her breath hitching with every syllable.
Abruptly, Lady Amelia released her and Emily's head bowed, her body going rigid and rigid. Sighing, the noblewoman extended her other foot.
"Again."
Willing herself not to succumb to tears, Emily carefully studied the aristocrat's feet.
She licked each exposed toe, feeling the wrinkles and cracks of the lady's skin with her tongue. Finishing, she looked up.
"Anything, slave?" Lady Amelia purred, her lids half-mast.
Tensing, Emily shook her head.
"Disobedience won't be tolerated, girl," came the response, fury flashing across blue eyes. "You'll see."
Emily's heart rate spiked as Lady Amelia snapped her fingers.
"Strip," she demanded.
"B-but, my lady. I-"
"No buts. I've lost patience. I said, strip."
Tears glistened in Emily's eyes as she reluctantly removed her threadbare dress, leaving her naked in front of the Lady's judgmental gaze. Shame colored her cheeks as her body remained bared, the air heavy with unspoken cruelty.
Lady Amelia's eyes glinted.
"You'll crawl from now on," she announced, "Naked.
You'll feel every stare, every judgment. You deserve it for your failure."
The threat hung heavy in the air, and Emily's vision blurred; the tears finally broke free and slid down her cheeks. But she bit her lip, trapping any more whimpers or pleas behind it.
Lady Amelia's lips curled. "Let's make this clear, Emily. You are mine. A mere tool to please me, to satisfy my every whim. I own you now.
Your bank account is empty, and you're at my mercy," Lady Amelia stated, her tone matter-of-fact as she looked down at Emily, who knelt at her feet.
The tension in the air crackled with an electric energy, coiled between them like a tight cord, drawing them together despite their animosity. Emily, her pride stung, swallowed the pride burning in her throat.
"Yes, my lady," she whispered, avoiding eye contact.
Lady Amelia's eyes gleamed, and she leaned forward.
"Very well, Emily. But first, I want to make sure you understand your place." She ran a hand through Emily's hair, gripping a handful firmly. "You will call me 'Mistress' from now on."
Emily's throat went dry as she nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good." Lady Amelia's voice had dropped an octave, her breath hot against Emily's ear. "Now, as punishment for your earlier transgression, I'm going to fuck you right here, in front of my guests.
You'll be the entertainment for the evening." Lady Amelia ran her hands over Emily's trembling body possessively, her eyes alight with excitement.
Before Emily could protest, Lady Amelia pushed her down, her hands firm on her slave's shoulders. Invading Emily's personal space, Lady Amelia spread her legs and settled herself on Emily's face. Her bare pussy was shaved smooth, and she ground herself against Emily's lips.
"Eat me out, slave," she demanded, gripping Emily's hair as her hips rolled.