Jessica
Feeling the kisses on her feet she reveled in the pleasure of it. To have another human grovel at your feet was simply divine. She thought back to one of her history professor's lectures. It was about how the concept of "all men being created equal" was such an affirming and revolutionary idea that brought about such change.
Well that certainly never applied to me, I was born better than this rubbish.
Then again she had taught that professor the very same lesson; she had broken him into her slavish servant. He had given her an A of course but then had also written all of her papers for the rest of her classes. And even though she actually had a maid she had made him do her laundry, wash her car, and just about anything she told him to do. And she had then left him a broken wretch. Jessica idly gazed at the multi-thousand dollar ring on her finger that he had bought for her. Another idea came to mind, and of course this made her smile.
Snapping her fingers she said, "Enough, I'm tired of standing on my feet you now get the privilege of massaging them." Taking a seat on the posh recliner in the living room she put her feet up arrogantly. Even though she didn't order her to crawl, Rachel did so to where Jessica was sitting.
I do love a fast learner.
"Begin the massage. And this is for me, not you. Do not use your mouth at all until I give you permission." It amused her to see the woman who had earlier denied her own lesbianism show disappointment because she couldn't lick her feet. Feeling Rachel's hands began their massage felt good, seeing her kneeling submissively at her feet felt better. As the massage continued Jessica flipped through her phone looking for a number. Finding it she smiled. This was going to be very amusing indeed.
She called someone she hadn't called in over a year. Her old history professor. Oh those precious memories. How she had ruined him. Becoming her slave was one thing, but forcing him to extend every line of credit he had to buy her jewelry? That was priceless. She didn't even need his money to buy it but she wanted to make him spend it. All told he had taken out a HE-LOC from his house and tapped it all the way. And over 80 thousand dollars in credit card debt. He faced financial ruin even though he had a great paying job. That was of course until she filed a sexual harassment suit against him and the college, that had got him fired.
He picked up the phone and she said, "This is Jessica." Immediately she heard him on the other end beg to be allowed to see her to worship her to serve her in any way... she let him go on for a bit. It amused her. She had ruined his life and yet still he wanted to please her.
Well too bad for him.
Rachel
Kissing Jessica's feet had been everything she wanted it to be. When her lips touched those toe's she had felt an electric wave of ecstasy run up her body. She was disappointed she couldn't continue to plant her lips on those superior toes. She had also taken special care to caress the diamond toe ring with her mouth. To her it was the symbol of Jessica's wealth and higher class. However where she was right now was certainly not bad either. She had the great pleasure of actually massaging Jessica's feet as she knelt there. Her knees were getting a little stiff, and her pants were certainly no longer the steam ironed clean that they were before, but it was definitely worth the price.
The knot of fear in her belly had not left. What did she mean by saying that she was going to hurt her with her feet? Was she going to step on her? Kick her? Shivering slightly she looked up at Jessica. Rachel couldn't get over how achingly gorgeous she was. Her perfect eyes, her perfect looks, unlimited money, she had everything Rachel wished she could have. As she ogled her she also wondered, who was she talking to?
She heard Jessica's voice, "Shut up enough groveling." Rachel wondered just how often had Jessica done this sort of thing? "No worm you are not going to see me. Do not ask again, I only called to let you know there is woman right now kneeling at the feet you will never touch again." Rachel could only hear one side of the conversation but it looked like Jessica was in complete control. Jessica then laughed and Rachel stared longingly as Miss Jessica's breasts moved up down.
Oh I want to see her naked breasts and nibble on them like a baby...
A small voice in her mind questioned her, "what happened to not being a lesbian?" But that ship had sailed. She had admitted it and now wanted to go all the way. If only Jessica would let her...
"You are crying! You know that always amuses me, but you still aren't allowed to see me again." A new fear ran through Rachel. Would Jessica do the same to her? Use her and then discard her like last week's garbage?
Jessica laughed again and switched to her teasing girly voice, "I know life is so unfair, but here I know what will cheer you up. I'm going to put you on speaker phone so my new foot bitch can tell you just how much she is enjoying herself right now." Flipping a button on her phone, Rachel knew exactly what Jessica wanted her to say.
"I am so happy to be severing at Miss Jessica's feet. They are one hundred percent perfect. She has let me kiss the tops of them and now has me on my knee's massaging them. I never thought I would ever do something like this but her feet, no her entire body is the sexiest thing I have never seen." Jessica cut her off with the wave of her hand and pressed the button on her phone again.
Jessica continued taunting the other person on the phone. "Of course you wish you were her!" Her voice changed to a harsher tone, "And now its time for you to get lost, I just wanted to remind you of what you will never ever have again." She hung up the phone and smiled at her.
Jessica
Jessica had enjoyed doing that. She was sure that now that she had reminded him of what he once had it would make the sting of her absence become fresh all over again.
I am such a bitch.
And her new plaything had known exactly what to say. Her massage technique was good though not as it good as it could be. Jessica wondered if she would keep her and train her or never see her again after this day. She shrugged, either way it really wouldn't matter to today's pleasures. And besides she could always change her mind on a whim.
It was now time to mix pleasure with pain. Well it was all pleasure for her but this was going to be torment for Rachel. Jessica was quite athletic due to the best private fitness instructors and time at the gym. She had been able to hurt buff college guys with her feet. This little girl who was but 5 foot and maybe a bit more than 100 pounds was going to feel a lot of pain.
Jessica lightly kicked Rachel's hands away. Standing up from the recliner she said, "I mentioned before that you were going to pay for the privilege of kissing my feet, and now its time to pay the piper." Standing up smiling at the look of worry on Rachel's face she said, "Get on the floor face up." Rachel did so quickly. Jessica started to circle around Rachel slowly. She could feel Rachel's eyes on her with every step.
When she was sure Rachel was good and scared she pounced. No light step up onto her body. She was on the ground one moment and the next had leaped into the air landing with both feet heavily on the girl's belly. Rachel yelled in pain and shock, the wind had been knocked from her body. Jessica smiled down and simply asked, "Hurt?"
Rachel tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out without air. Jessica laughed, "Oh you didn't say it hurt I must not be jumping high enough." Rachel rapidly shook her head no but Jessica ignored her with no mercy. Jessica was fit; she jumped far higher then most 5"4 women could. And while she wasn't a heavy girl those high jumps did a number on men with twice as much weight on their bodies! Rachel squealed in pain from the second jump, she had been twisting herself to brace for the blow and Jessica had landed quite heavily on her ribs.
I should have done this to a woman a lot earlier! They squeal so sweetly...
Rachel
When Jessica had told her to lie on the floor face up she had been nervous. As she had watched Jessica circle her she was nervous. Not that she didn't enjoy getting a chance to look at that amazing body walk. Her designer jeans fit quite well on her and that ass was one to die for. Each step was perfectly placed, an almost erotic precision. She felt herself thinking that whatever Jessica was going to do to her would be worth touching and kissing her. But still as she walked around her she grew more and more nervous.
And then in a blink of an eye she stopped her sensual teasing walk and jumped. In a flash Jessica had landed right on her stomach. Pain rushed into her just as her air was forced out by the jump. And then she had jumped again and landed on her ribs! Rachel swore she felt something crack. She was squealing in pain, with air back in her lungs she begged "PLEASE."
But Jessica merely smiled down from her flesh perch and jumped again. She flailed her arms to protect herself but Jessica avoided them and landed with one foot on her sternum and the other on her breast. Rachel looked up at Jessica. Even through the pain she was in she couldn't help but be in awe of her. Her sexy hands, her arms with the diamond bracelet, her angelic face, all of it was enchanting. Jessica smiled down at her and said, "Remember you took the deal..."
Jessica repositioned herself, while still on Rachel of course. She kept her left foot on the girl's sternum and lifted her right food. All of 125 pounds was resting right there. Rachel's chest hurt, it was hard to breathe. She tried to focus past the pain and on to what this exquisite creature above her was saying. In a sweet sexy voice Jessica was saying, "You aren't regretting making the deal are you?" As she said those words she took her right foot and caressed Rachel's face.
Oh God even when it hurts I want her.
But still she knew she needed to say something. Her body just couldn't take that kind of punishment! "Miss Jessica," she stopped to catch her breath again, it hurt to do that with 125 pounds on her lungs! "I love your feet," another quick breath, "but I can't take it, please," another breath, "please go easy."
Jessica's response was a foot slap. She slapped the side of her victim's face with the sole of her foot while keeping perfectly balanced. She did it three more times and with each raise of her foot Rachel flinched. On the final slap she held her foot there and pushed Rachel's cheek to the ground. She pinned it there as she shifted her weight and then stepped off her chest completely to stand with both feet on poor Rachel's head and face.
Rachel thought she was in pain before. Now she was in agony. Her skull felt it was going to burst on the hard floor. She gave out a mewling cry of pain and her hands shot up to grab Jessica's ankles and legs.
She's killing me.
Panicked she grabbed and tried to push Jessica off of her face. Jessica kicked her hand away and slammed her foot back down hard on her head. In a harsh whisper, "You really don't want to do that or I'll stomp your skull harder then that." That blow had dazed her and she felt a terrible headache coming on from it. She let her hands drop to her sides, it would only be worse if she upset her.
Arrogantly she sauntered back on to her abdomen. She was amazed that since this torture had started Jessica's perfect feet had not touched the ground once. And not once did Jessica seem unbalanced or unsure of herself. Looking down at her like a queen from her throne she said, "Good girl, I don't like my rugs flailing about." Shrugging her shoulders she also added, "And I do reward good foot bitches."
With those words Jessica stepped forward with her right foot back onto Rachel's chest. She raised her left foot, the one with the platinum diamond toe ring, and angled her foot toe first down. As she lowered her foot toward Rachel's mouth she spoke in her sexiest voice, "Open... Slave."
Jessica
Slave. That is a powerful word. It implies total ownership. Jessica liked that word. Beneath her Rachel had opened her mouth; she could feel her real estate agent's breath on her foot.
I guess it is hard to breathe when someone is standing on you.
Jessica was able to slowly slide her foot into Rachel's mouth. Pushing them deeper she could feel Rachel's tongue on them. The bitch on the floor let out a moan. Pleasure? Pain? It didn't matter. Pushing her petite foot in deeper she could feel her toes on the back of her throat.
She slid her foot back up a bit, but kept it in her mouth. Pressing down again into the back of her throat she felt her gag. She this several times maintaining her balance perfectly. Back and forth she fucked her mouth with her toes. The low class loser on the floor was squirming quite a bit now between the weight on her chest and the deep throating of Jessica's foot she could barely get in enough oxygen.
"Can you feel my toe ring with the inside of your throat?"
No answer was expected, or possible. She continued the rhythmic motion of her foot pushing further each time. Louder moans could be heard from Rachel as it became more painful to carry Jessica's weight and still breathe. Starting to panic she reached with her hands to grab Jessica's leg. Jessica glanced sternly at her and waved her index finger, "That's a no-no, keep your hands down." Tears were in Rachel's eyes as her mouth was violated completely by this rich woman's sexy foot.
Rachel
She was at once intoxicated and terrified what was happening to her. Looking up at this gorgeous woman who stood there perfectly poised, perfect in every way was heavenly. And yet she couldn't breathe. Jessica's dominating gaze enchanted her; the feel of her foot inside her mouth, the sheer submission that she was accepting was amazing. And yet she couldn't breathe.
Each breath she took was more painful then the last. She tried to plead with her eyes, to show this sparkling beauty that she needed air; she needed to get off of her! Making eye contact she pleaded with her willing her to stop.
Please! I need to breathe!
Jessica simply smiled down at her. Jessica kept doing exactly what she had been doing, abruptly she stopped. With her foot still wedged deep into the back of Rachel's throat. Rachel was choking on her foot! Literally choking. From the inside this woman's fantastic feet were blocking her air flow!
She felt burning fire in her lungs; her body was telling her that she needed air. But this cruel... perfect bitch above her was not letting up. In fact she leaned *more* weight onto her left leg. Truly terrified now and seeing stars she trashed on the ground her palms hitting the floor. Laughing Jessica held the pose another few seconds, as if to say "yes I know you suffer but I don't care," and then shifted her weight back to her right foot and withdrew her foot from Rachel's mouth.
Sucking in as much air as she could with Jessica standing on her she whispered "Thank you Miss Jessica, I couldn't breathe." Jessica giggled, "I know." She then proceeded to step back onto her abdomen and wipe her foot off on Rachel's blouse and jacket. A small part of her was dismayed that Jessica was treating her clothes, ones that she had worked hard for, as garbage, but another part of reveled in it.
After drying her foot off, Jessica said, "I hope you are ready for more!" Jessica started to march in place on her stomach. Grimacing she looked up at her marching mistress with dismay.
I can't take more much more of this!
Jessica
The panic on "what's her name's" her names face was simply marvelous. One of the favorite things she loved to do to her professor was to suffocate him. It was just as fun, if not more so with this girl.
And there are so many ways to smother someone...
Jessica smiled and asked in a kind caring sweet voice, "Is my marching hurting you?" Rachel nodded and spoke in a submissive whisper, "Yes." She nodded her head in mock sympathy, "Do you want me to stop?" Again the diminutive voice said yes. Laughing Jessica said, "Remember you asked for this." Moving back up her chest she stopped right at her collar bone.
Showing off just how limber she was, Jessica squatted down bending her knees, with her face closer to Rachel's she tapped her on the nose with her finger. "I want to quiz you on what you like better, so pay close attention." Rachel whimpered but nodded her head. "I want to find out, is it easier to breathe with my feet in your throat or on your throat!"
She rose from her squat and adjusted herself with practiced ease. Turning sideways on the human floor she put her right foot on Rachel's throat. From her vantage point she could see alarm across the girl's face.
I love it!
Show slowly started to increase the weight. Soon her delicate flawless foot had cruelly cut off all air. Jessica was experienced with this and she was careful to not cut off the girl's blood flow, that what knock her out in seconds... and what fun would that be? Rachel squirmed underneath her but she easily kept her balance. In the same kind caring... sweet voice she had used earlier she asked, "Oh poor sweet baby, can't breathe? Would you like me to get off your throat?"
Rachel tried to speak but could not. She tried to move her head but could not. With a playful shrug of her shoulders Jessica said, "Oh well I guess you must be comfortable!"
Rachel
Rachel desperately tried to speak, but it's not possible when someone is standing on your neck! All that came out was choking sounds. Her lungs were screaming at her to breathe but she couldn't follow their frantic demands. Instinctively she raised her hands and grabbed the foot that was suffocating her.
"Hands DOWN!"
As Jessica shouted the word down she shifted almost her entire weight on Rachel's neck. Fearing for her life she obeyed. Rachel truly realized her predicament now. Jessica was a perfect physical specimen; she could probably even keep her down against her will. And even if she did manage to over power her and escape, Jessica would ruin her. She could get her fired. Add to all that even though she was suffocating and in pain she still was looking at the most wondrous woman she had even seen. She had a deep need to touch her and kiss her despite the abuse. She was well and truly trapped on multiple levels.
Jessica was berating her, "What the hell is the matter with you? Can't you do one thing right bitch?" Increasing pressure with her foot she yelled, "Do you want me to send that voice mail to your boss? Do you?" Rachel could not say anything; she could only make choking sounds. Jessica switched to a low sharp voice, "If you try to grab at me again, we are done." With those words she stepped off her throat and back onto her chest.
Air!
Rachel took in gulps of air thankful to breathe again. She couldn't believe she had let herself be put in this situation. This woman had her wrapped around her little finger; there was nothing she could do. Well in this case wrapped around her little toe...
Back on her chest Jessica smoothly still balanced went back to a sweeter voice. She asked, "So my little foot rug, what did you like better, my foot on your throat or in your throat?" Rachel was scared; she didn't want to experience either one. She hurt oh God how she hurt; she just wanted the smothering and trampling to stop so she could return to kissing those fantastic but deadly feet.
"Miss Jessica please... I'm scared." Jessica lifted her foot and stomped hard on her breast. Wincing in pain from the blow she felt another jolt of terror run through her. Jessica's perfect face had turned into a vicious sneer. Jessica launched into a tirade, "Do you think I care if you are scared? Do you think I care that you are in pain? You arrogant little bitch. How dare you think that someone like me so far above you should be concerned about a little piece of scum like you."
I'm arrogant???
"You are nothing. You aren't rich, you're not as beautiful as me, and you grew up and will remain a low born pathetic peasant. No one cares what happens to you. If I stood on your throat and watched you die do you think I would shed a tear? Would anyone? The only thing I care about is how you can amuse me." Looking down into Rachel's eyes she said, "Do you now understand your place in the world."
Part of said she was wrong. She was a hard worker! She was driven, ambitious, and a go getter. This woman had the easy road and there was no such thing as being "low born." However that argument rang false, after all she was being stood on. She was powerless before this queen of perfection.
I am worthless.
"Your right! I am scum. I'm not fit to even kiss your feet but please oh Miss Jessica please let me." Jessica smiled her brilliant smile and said, "Maybe... tell me more about how pathetic you are." As Rachel obeyed those words ground into her soul, she was pathetic, she was worthless, and she started to believe it with every fiber of her being.
"I'm such a loser! I am a lesbian even though I disgust myself. I am so stupid to think that I could actually get ahead in this world. I am so ashamed of my own worthlessness." She sobbed as she let out what she was feeling. "Damn it I would do anything just to be with you, I need you. You are so far above me you are like a goddess, when you look down on me, I feel complete."
She was going to continue but she was interrupted by Jessica's laughter. "Are you serious? Are you really serious? I've heard some over the top fawning in my day but you are just fucking pathetic."
Jessica
It was true. Jessica had nothing but contempt for the loser beneath her. She had made a lot of people declare themselves worthless and had made them humiliate themselves. But this dyke actually truly believed all of it! Jessica could tell the words had hurt Rachel. Of course that just made her smile.
Jessica balanced, as always perfectly, lifted her foot and started to wipe the tears on Rachel's face with it. "There, there, poor baby, it must be hard to be so insignificant," she spoke to her as she would a child. "Let me dry those tears... oh but now there are lezzy tears are on my foot." Smiling she said, "Lick your tears off my foot!"
Rachel enthusiastically sucked and licked her own tears from Jessica's foot. With growing astonishment mixed with amusement Jessica saw that Rachel did this eagerly!
The little worm will do anything to worship my feet!
She let this go own for another minute or so and then proceeded to dry her foot on Rachel's blouse again. Shifting her weight back and forth on her chest and stomach she thought about what else she should do. She walked up and down the body beneath her not caring where her foot fell. Breast, rib, neck, face, stomach, chest, it didn't matter. She ignored the moans and whimpers of pain.
I did want to go shopping later...
On a whim she decided what she would do with the agent at her feet. But first she had to keep her promise. The little selfish wretch below her had grabbed her feet, even after she had threatened to stomp harder on her head. Squatting on her chest again she moved her face closer to Rachel's. She said in a soft voice, "Earlier when I was standing on you face I said if you grabbed at my foot again I would stomp on your skull even harder."
The look of horror that crossed Rachel's face made her giggle. "And you my little lezzy loser grabbed my foot while it was on your neck." Delighting in her fear she continued, "And unlike you I'm not a liar, I will stomp on that ugly little head of yours." She changed positions from squatting to actually kneeling on her breasts. Her perfectly manicured hands stroked Rachel's face, "Oh you poor thing you look so frightened."
In a tiny whisper she said, "I am Miss Jessica... you are so strong, you could damage me permanently." Jessica nodded in mock sympathy, "That is very possible... why did you grab at me then? You knew I would have to do this, why would you do that?" Rachel was struggling to come up with whatever the "correct" answer was, and at the same time she was obviously short on breathe from the long trample and now her weight on her chest.
"I... I was scared, I couldn't breath I didn't think, I'm sorry." Jessica loved this she had stepped on this stupid bitch's throat and nearly made her pass out and now she was apologizing to her! Hah! Continuing with her faux compassionate voice she taunted, "You didn't think? Oh no! If you can't think now what will happen when I stomp your noggin in and rattle your brain around that thick skull?"
Rachel's tears started to flow again. Still in mock sympathy Jessica said, "On no don't cry poor baby don't cry. I won't stomp on your face and head unless you ask me to." Rachel sniffled and tried to compose yourself, "Your not?" Jessica stroked her hair, "Of course not, I'm not going to make you suffer something you don't ask for."
Despite the weight on her chest she smiled, "Oh thank you Miss Jessica, thank you!"
Rachel
When Jessica told her that she wouldn't stomp her with her petite, but lethal feet she felt more gratitude then ever before in all her life. At that moment she fell in love with this gorgeous goddess.
Jessica held up her hand, "Oh don't thank me yet. I am going to give you a choice." Sudden trepidation filled Rachel. "I won't stomp on you unless you beg me, but here is your choice you stupid little dyke." Rachel knew something bad was coming but even so she gazed up lovingly at the way this beautiful princess's lips moved.
"The choice is simple. Beg for me to stomp you with no mercy or I leave." Rachel's heart seemed to stop for an instant. "Yup you heard me I leave, I don't buy this house and I never see you again." Rachel's guts twisted into knots, she couldn't be without her goddess she couldn't be without Jessica! Jessica changed her tone of voice to the sexy seductress, "You'll never kiss my feet or feel my toe ring on your lips. You will never do any of that again, you won't ever have the opportunity to touch my breasts, to worship them." In that sultry voice that excited every pleasure center in Rachel's body she said, "Oh and you want to sooo bad. You want to taste every part of me."
Rachel moaned, "Oh God yes please." Jessica smiled with those perfect lips showing off her sparkling white teeth. "You know the price. Beg. Beg for me to trample you." Rachel cringed in fear.
I have no choice I need her so bad.
Rachel stammered, "P-Please stomp on my head." Rachel felt the stinging slap on her cheek. "Not good enough... BEG!" Rachel begged, she pleaded, "Please I'm begging you Miss Jessica stomp on my head, stand on it, trample me! I want your sexy feet on my face! Please!"
Jessica laughed. "Well since you asked me so nicely I will." Quick as lightning Jessica wrapped her hands around Rachel's neck and began to throttle her. The suddenness of the attack took her completely by surprise. She could feel her air cut off and her face beginning to bulge.
Why is she doing this?
As if reading her thoughts Jessica said, "I bet you are wondering why I am choking you." Rachel's hands pawed at the ground, she willed them not to rise to defend herself knowing it would just make matters worse. "I was going to stand up and smash your head in with my foot and I thought... while I'm down here why don't I just strangle you?"
Jessica was beaming down at her with triumph. "I so fucking own you. I could just snuff you out right now and you won't defend yourself. That just shows how totally pathetic and worthless you are that you would just let a complete stranger strangle you, maybe to death!" With those words she wrung Rachel's neck even harder.
Rachel was on the verge of passing out and maybe passing on but she still kept her hands at her side. Just when she thought she could take no more Jessica released her hold. Sucking in air Rachel whispered "Thank you Miss Jessica." Rachel was pleased that her thanks made Jessica smile again in obvious pleasure. Jessica replied, "You are a fast learner, maybe I'll change my mind about what to do with you."
What did she mean by that??
"For being such a good girl I'll let you kiss my hands." Jessica then presented her palms to the girl below her. Rachel eagerly kissed those perfectly proportionate hands. Jessica allowed her several seconds to lavish her hands with kisses and then lightly slapped her. "Enough." Jessica for the first time since she started trampling Rachel stood up on something not Rachel. She stood on the floor and ordered Rachel to turn her head to the side.
Jessica started to circle Rachel. Slowly and sensuously she circled her prey. Rachel's fear grew with each step. Suddenly Jessica moved... Rachel flinched. But it was a feint. And Rachel's reaction made Jessica laugh with delight. Rachel could feel her heart trying to burst free from her chest. Jessica's cruelty and spontaneity had her petrified.
Jessica then said, "Close your eyes." Rachel obeyed and it became all the worse. She couldn't even focus on Jessica's movements. She strained to hear her foot falls but those became so quiet she could barely hear them. Tremors ran through her body as each time she failed to hear the step she thought Jessica was air borne about to split her skull on the hard floor. She let out an involuntary whimper.
Jessica controlled herself. It was a struggle not to laugh. This lesbian loser was scared to death of the impending head trample. But she continued her silent prowl letting the worm tremble. Each moment she delayed was another moment that Rachel's terror and fear grew. Right now she was using every bit of her grace to move without a sound around her victim. Rachel couldn't see it, but Jessica was smiling.
Jessica
Jessica let Rachel squirm in mental agony for several long moments. Reveling in every second of exquisite dread radiating from her doormat, Jessica could feel herself getting turned on. She pounced. Without a sound she jumped high and landed perfectly with her feet together on Rachel's head and cheek. The sound of Rachel's head being smashed into the floor reverberated around the room.
Rachel screamed in agony and shock. Jessica slammed her heal into the side of Rachel's head and temple once, twice, and three times! Each stomp was given full force. Jumping off of her head Jessica could see Rachel curl into a ball using her arms to try to cradle her head. Her eyes were shut tightly as if to block out the pain.
Jessica proceeded to kick at Rachel's face and head, striking sometimes and others hitting her arms. Growing annoyed with Rachel's arms in the way she yelled, "Move your arms bitch!" Rachel moaned on the groan, "My head... my head." Frustrated with her resistance after how good she had been earlier Jessica grabbed Rachel's hair with her fist and yanked her up to a kneel positing. "You disobedient dyke, put your arms down!"
There was no sympathy in Jessica's voice; it was harsh, precise, and insistent. Rachel let her arms fall to the side with a moan. Letting go of her hair Jessica viciously backhanded her face and she fell to the ground again. As soon as she fell Jessica followed up with another stomp of her heel to her forehead. Rachel's head bounces off the floor. Jessica then leaped onto Rachel's chest driving the air out of her again.
Destroying someone is so much fun!
Pushing Rachel's head to the side with her foot she ignored the pleading look begging for mercy in her eyes. She stepped on her fragile face with one foot and then the other. She then brutally stomped her right foot right onto her ear. "Maybe that will clear up the wax so you can obey!" Because she felt like it she slammed her foot twice more on the exact same spot. Jessica started to walk in place on Rachel's face. "I'm so glad you begged for my feet on your face."
Looking down she signed in disappointment. The stupid girl had passed out! It might have been from the concussion she gave her or it might have been from the pain. It really didn't matter to Jessica. She would wait until she woke up before continuing the fun. She did still have a house to tour. Leaving her heels off she started to take a tour of the house herself, without the annoying voice interrupting every second thought she had.
Rachel
Rachel woke up. She immediately regretted it. She had a splitting headache and felt nauseous. She also had a constant ringing in her ear. Her face, head, and body felt bruised and sore. She got up slowly... painfully. She didn't see Jessica anywhere.
NO! She can't be gone.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she frantically looked outside. Her panic subsided as she saw that the brand new Mercedes was still parked out front. She started to search through the mansion for Jessica. After several minutes of looking she finally found Jessica lounging by the pool on a lounge chair pool furniture. She took a moment to just stare at her. Her breath caught in her throat the same way it did when she first saw her. The sun seemed to catch the light of her bracelet, toe ring, and earrings.
I would do anything to worship her.
After drinking in the heavenly vision she approached Jessica. When Jessica saw her she said, "I really did a number on you. You look terrible, but then again you weren't much to look at in the first place." Rachel actually looked pretty decent, sure not as hot as Jessica but then again who was? But Rachel was completely in Jessica's thrall and she meekly nodded and internalized the statement. Jessica said she was ugly. That meant she was ugly.
Now that she was closer she saw that Jessica had rolled up her jeans halfway up to her calf. They were also filthy. Dust, dirt, and grass stains marred her still completely sexy feet. Jessica caught her glance at her feet. "Oh that, you were out for over an hour I decided to get my feet wet and then take a tour of the place." Rachel had a feeling on what was coming next. "And I think I have decided to purchase the home, but I haven't decided what to do with you."
Rachel immediately fell to her knees, "Oh Please Miss Jessica let me serve you, let me worship you. If you want me to clean your feet I will, I'll do it gladly every day just let me be near you." She was babbling, she didn't want to happen to her what happened to Jessica's professor. "I'll clean them every day, I'll be a good girl I won't complain no matter how much you beat me, I can't live without you, I need you, I..."
Jessica interrupted her, "Oh shut up your starting to annoy me with your over the top groveling. It irritates me that any woman can be as pathetic as you." Rachel fell silent praying quietly that Jessica would let her kiss those feet. "I'm going to give you a test, to prove yourself worthy of being my slave." Rachel was determined to do whatever Jessica asked. "I want you to clean my feet with your tongue, clean every last bit of dirt and I'll think about letting you stick around, if you don't you never get to touch me again." Rachel felt of surge of exhilaration, this was something she could do. She immediately rushed to start on her task and Jessica stopped her. "No we do this by the pool."
Jessica made her drag the lounge chair, while she still lay on it, right to the edge of the pool. Only a couple of feet from the edge of the deep end of the pool the chair was placed. This left Rachel precariously close to the edge of the pool. Jessica smiled at Rachel said, "You may begin, oh and you only have 15 minutes."
Not wasting a moment Rachel frantically started to lick her feet. Kneeling down where she was her own feet were slightly hanging over the edge. She couldn't even properly enjoy worshiping this Goddess's feet because she was so concerned over the time. She tenderly, if quickly lifted one of Jessica's petite feet and licked from the sole to the top of her toes. Several times in rapid succession she did this, and even though it was Jessica's feet they still tasted like the dirt that she was cleaning.
After several licks Jessica said, "Oh no that won't do I never gave your permission to use your hands, one minute penalty." Rachel was crestfallen and seeing the look of despair on her face made Jessica giggle. "Hey don't look at me that way, I don't make the rules... oh wait yes I do!" Jessica made her place her hands behind her back. This made it far more difficult, she couldn't bring those gorgeous feet to her she had to bend awkwardly to reach them. If the pool water wasn't right behind her it would have been easier but she had to be careful not to move herself further back lest she fall in.
Rachel resumed her cleaning. This time she started on her toes sucking hard to get all the grit off them. "Be sure you get any dirt that found its way underneath the toe nails," Jessica insisted. Taking more precious time she pressed her tongue hard on the nail making sure she got every last bit of filth. Finishing with the toes of both feet she raced to clean the balls of her feet. Using her teeth she gnawed a piece of dirt off and hastily swallowed it. Mocking laugher from Jessica haunted her actions but she didn't care. She would pass this test and prove her devotion.
She started to clean her arches when Jessica announced, "Five minutes left foot wipe." Only five minutes left? Rachel redoubled her efforts she lost all pretense of worship and just mechanically used her mouth as a scrub, brush, and vacuum. Racing to the heel she licked and sucked furiously. "One minute." Finishing up she reviewed her work licking and grabbing the spots of dirt she had missed. With less then 30 seconds left she thought she had it all.
Jessica pulled her feet around and inspected them. Looking at her cell phone she said, "Well you only have 15 seconds left and I see one spot right there on the side of my big toe." Rachel couldn't believe she had missed it she lunged forward to take care of it but Jessica moved her foot the side. She moved her mouth again but Jessica simply slid her foot away again. Jessica started to count down all the while she kept her foot moving.
"5"
Rachel wailed in frustration and begged, "PLEASE let me clean it off!"
Jessica merely smiled at her.
"4"
"3"
With her hands still behind her back she made one last grab for her toe.
"2"
Missing again, Jessica then raised her foot high in the air.
"1"
Rachel knelt upright as high as she could but could only reach her heel!
"0"
Jessica smirked at her and said, "You lose, loser." With that she kicked Rachel in the face full force. The strike knocked her back into the cold water with her only pair of good clothes. Jessica stood up and put on her heels as Rachel still shocked from the cold watched her.
"I don't want to see you again, have fun with your so called life you sniveling lesbian worm."
Epilogue
Rachel's Fate
To end this tale we will see what happens to poor Rachel. Jessica of course went on to live happily ever after, abusing and discarding slaves at her every whim. She never had to work, and everything was handed to her on a silver platter. For Rachel... life took a turn for the worse.
Her clothes wet and ruined and her new found love leaving her had shocked her to the core. She ended up walking the 8 miles back to her piece of junk that she called her automobile. Her self esteem was at zero. By the time she got back to her car she received a call from her boss. She wanted her to come to the office immediately.
Her clothes dried from the walk, looked terrible. But as she tried to protest saying that she couldn't her boss demanded that she come in right away. She walked into the office that was a branch of the largest Real Estate agency in the state. She was humiliated as the other workers looked at her shabby state and shook their heads in disappointment.
Her boss ran the show, and she was a bitch. But unlike Jessica she was not attractive. She was in her late 40's heavily overweight and just plain bad looking. She did nothing to make her appearance even slightly appealing. Sitting down she looked up, anger in her eyes.
"Do you know what was left on my voice mail?"
"No Ma'am."
"Listed," she said curtly.
To her horror she listened to the message that had been left on Jessica' voice mail. Yes Jessica had recorded it and played it back as a final blow to Rachel. Her face turned scarlet and she knew her career was over.
Her boss's name was Betty. "You are so damned lucky that Miss Garcia isn't suing us." A small ray of hope filled her... could she at least keep her job? In a meek hopeful voice she asked, "Since she is not suing can I keep my job?" Betty slammed her hand on her desk. Yelling she said, "You sexually harassed your first major client and you want to keep your job?"
Hope dashed she said, "I'm sorry I... I'll go." Betty growled at her, "And don't think you'll ever work in any other real estate company in all of America. I've been around the business you aren't working anywhere." Rachel didn't know what to do. She had a mountain of debt, and no career prospects. She was broken.
She started to rise, but Betty said, "No sit." Betty went on, "The economy is in the dumps, you are a financial mess and if you lose this job you are done. So I'll let you stay on board." Breathing a huge sigh of relief she started to profusely thank Betty. Betty cut her off again. "You won't be showing people houses, I can't trust you for that you will be doing office work."
That took a bit of air out of her sails; she couldn't do what she had trained and worked so hard for. But she was at least being paid, even if it would be bottom tier wages. She wondered where she would work all the desks were filled, "Where will I sit?" Betty replied, "Oh I have a spot for you." Rachel asked, "Where?"
"Under my desk." Stunned she backed up a step, "What?"
Betty grinned at her; Rachel could see her yellowed teeth. "You admitted on the phone you were a lesbian. So do what lesbians do and munch on my carpet." Rachel started to cry, "No no no, I need this job but no." Betty said, "You don't have a choice, get under my desk or you're fired."
Rachel was torn. Yes she was a lesbian, she had admitted it. But just like straight guys wouldn't like fat Betty she didn't like her either! But she had no choice. Feeling less then the dirt that was on Jessica's feet she crawled under Betty's desk. Betty's office was shaded so no one could see them, it also muffled sound. This would be important. Betty took off her pants and her white grandma panties. Rachel cringed as she saw the messy tangled bush that was Betty's vagina.
Betty grabbed her head and forced her into the thick smelly undergrowth. "Yes get your tongue in there bitch." Betty was not gentle she grasped her head and rammed it into her cunt with vigor. Years and years of no sexual partners had left Betty depraved and sexually hungry. Rachel's world was surrounded by thick bristly hair, foul stench, and a heat that made her sweat. Rachel thought to herself, I'm in hell.
As Betty made her lick to orgasm, she told her "Yes get in there eat me, eat me, I'm going to use you like this every day. And you're going to do my ass too, and rub my feet, and everything else I make you do!"
And she did. Her life consisted of serving Betty. She hated every second. She was miserable. Her pay barely kept up with the bills. But she deserved it. Or at least that is what Jessica had made her believe. And she would learn that Betty was a sadist as well. As bad as it was her situation would get worse. Terrible depraved things would be required of her and done to her. But is a story for another time, if it is ever told.
Feeling the kisses on her feet she reveled in the pleasure of it. To have another human grovel at your feet was simply divine. She thought back to one of her history professor's lectures. It was about how the concept of "all men being created equal" was such an affirming and revolutionary idea that brought about such change.
Well that certainly never applied to me, I was born better than this rubbish.
Then again she had taught that professor the very same lesson; she had broken him into her slavish servant. He had given her an A of course but then had also written all of her papers for the rest of her classes. And even though she actually had a maid she had made him do her laundry, wash her car, and just about anything she told him to do. And she had then left him a broken wretch. Jessica idly gazed at the multi-thousand dollar ring on her finger that he had bought for her. Another idea came to mind, and of course this made her smile.
Snapping her fingers she said, "Enough, I'm tired of standing on my feet you now get the privilege of massaging them." Taking a seat on the posh recliner in the living room she put her feet up arrogantly. Even though she didn't order her to crawl, Rachel did so to where Jessica was sitting.
I do love a fast learner.
"Begin the massage. And this is for me, not you. Do not use your mouth at all until I give you permission." It amused her to see the woman who had earlier denied her own lesbianism show disappointment because she couldn't lick her feet. Feeling Rachel's hands began their massage felt good, seeing her kneeling submissively at her feet felt better. As the massage continued Jessica flipped through her phone looking for a number. Finding it she smiled. This was going to be very amusing indeed.
She called someone she hadn't called in over a year. Her old history professor. Oh those precious memories. How she had ruined him. Becoming her slave was one thing, but forcing him to extend every line of credit he had to buy her jewelry? That was priceless. She didn't even need his money to buy it but she wanted to make him spend it. All told he had taken out a HE-LOC from his house and tapped it all the way. And over 80 thousand dollars in credit card debt. He faced financial ruin even though he had a great paying job. That was of course until she filed a sexual harassment suit against him and the college, that had got him fired.
He picked up the phone and she said, "This is Jessica." Immediately she heard him on the other end beg to be allowed to see her to worship her to serve her in any way... she let him go on for a bit. It amused her. She had ruined his life and yet still he wanted to please her.
Well too bad for him.
Rachel
Kissing Jessica's feet had been everything she wanted it to be. When her lips touched those toe's she had felt an electric wave of ecstasy run up her body. She was disappointed she couldn't continue to plant her lips on those superior toes. She had also taken special care to caress the diamond toe ring with her mouth. To her it was the symbol of Jessica's wealth and higher class. However where she was right now was certainly not bad either. She had the great pleasure of actually massaging Jessica's feet as she knelt there. Her knees were getting a little stiff, and her pants were certainly no longer the steam ironed clean that they were before, but it was definitely worth the price.
The knot of fear in her belly had not left. What did she mean by saying that she was going to hurt her with her feet? Was she going to step on her? Kick her? Shivering slightly she looked up at Jessica. Rachel couldn't get over how achingly gorgeous she was. Her perfect eyes, her perfect looks, unlimited money, she had everything Rachel wished she could have. As she ogled her she also wondered, who was she talking to?
She heard Jessica's voice, "Shut up enough groveling." Rachel wondered just how often had Jessica done this sort of thing? "No worm you are not going to see me. Do not ask again, I only called to let you know there is woman right now kneeling at the feet you will never touch again." Rachel could only hear one side of the conversation but it looked like Jessica was in complete control. Jessica then laughed and Rachel stared longingly as Miss Jessica's breasts moved up down.
Oh I want to see her naked breasts and nibble on them like a baby...
A small voice in her mind questioned her, "what happened to not being a lesbian?" But that ship had sailed. She had admitted it and now wanted to go all the way. If only Jessica would let her...
"You are crying! You know that always amuses me, but you still aren't allowed to see me again." A new fear ran through Rachel. Would Jessica do the same to her? Use her and then discard her like last week's garbage?
Jessica laughed again and switched to her teasing girly voice, "I know life is so unfair, but here I know what will cheer you up. I'm going to put you on speaker phone so my new foot bitch can tell you just how much she is enjoying herself right now." Flipping a button on her phone, Rachel knew exactly what Jessica wanted her to say.
"I am so happy to be severing at Miss Jessica's feet. They are one hundred percent perfect. She has let me kiss the tops of them and now has me on my knee's massaging them. I never thought I would ever do something like this but her feet, no her entire body is the sexiest thing I have never seen." Jessica cut her off with the wave of her hand and pressed the button on her phone again.
Jessica continued taunting the other person on the phone. "Of course you wish you were her!" Her voice changed to a harsher tone, "And now its time for you to get lost, I just wanted to remind you of what you will never ever have again." She hung up the phone and smiled at her.
Jessica
Jessica had enjoyed doing that. She was sure that now that she had reminded him of what he once had it would make the sting of her absence become fresh all over again.
I am such a bitch.
And her new plaything had known exactly what to say. Her massage technique was good though not as it good as it could be. Jessica wondered if she would keep her and train her or never see her again after this day. She shrugged, either way it really wouldn't matter to today's pleasures. And besides she could always change her mind on a whim.
It was now time to mix pleasure with pain. Well it was all pleasure for her but this was going to be torment for Rachel. Jessica was quite athletic due to the best private fitness instructors and time at the gym. She had been able to hurt buff college guys with her feet. This little girl who was but 5 foot and maybe a bit more than 100 pounds was going to feel a lot of pain.
Jessica lightly kicked Rachel's hands away. Standing up from the recliner she said, "I mentioned before that you were going to pay for the privilege of kissing my feet, and now its time to pay the piper." Standing up smiling at the look of worry on Rachel's face she said, "Get on the floor face up." Rachel did so quickly. Jessica started to circle around Rachel slowly. She could feel Rachel's eyes on her with every step.
When she was sure Rachel was good and scared she pounced. No light step up onto her body. She was on the ground one moment and the next had leaped into the air landing with both feet heavily on the girl's belly. Rachel yelled in pain and shock, the wind had been knocked from her body. Jessica smiled down and simply asked, "Hurt?"
Rachel tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out without air. Jessica laughed, "Oh you didn't say it hurt I must not be jumping high enough." Rachel rapidly shook her head no but Jessica ignored her with no mercy. Jessica was fit; she jumped far higher then most 5"4 women could. And while she wasn't a heavy girl those high jumps did a number on men with twice as much weight on their bodies! Rachel squealed in pain from the second jump, she had been twisting herself to brace for the blow and Jessica had landed quite heavily on her ribs.
I should have done this to a woman a lot earlier! They squeal so sweetly...
Rachel
When Jessica had told her to lie on the floor face up she had been nervous. As she had watched Jessica circle her she was nervous. Not that she didn't enjoy getting a chance to look at that amazing body walk. Her designer jeans fit quite well on her and that ass was one to die for. Each step was perfectly placed, an almost erotic precision. She felt herself thinking that whatever Jessica was going to do to her would be worth touching and kissing her. But still as she walked around her she grew more and more nervous.
And then in a blink of an eye she stopped her sensual teasing walk and jumped. In a flash Jessica had landed right on her stomach. Pain rushed into her just as her air was forced out by the jump. And then she had jumped again and landed on her ribs! Rachel swore she felt something crack. She was squealing in pain, with air back in her lungs she begged "PLEASE."
But Jessica merely smiled down from her flesh perch and jumped again. She flailed her arms to protect herself but Jessica avoided them and landed with one foot on her sternum and the other on her breast. Rachel looked up at Jessica. Even through the pain she was in she couldn't help but be in awe of her. Her sexy hands, her arms with the diamond bracelet, her angelic face, all of it was enchanting. Jessica smiled down at her and said, "Remember you took the deal..."
Jessica repositioned herself, while still on Rachel of course. She kept her left foot on the girl's sternum and lifted her right food. All of 125 pounds was resting right there. Rachel's chest hurt, it was hard to breathe. She tried to focus past the pain and on to what this exquisite creature above her was saying. In a sweet sexy voice Jessica was saying, "You aren't regretting making the deal are you?" As she said those words she took her right foot and caressed Rachel's face.
Oh God even when it hurts I want her.
But still she knew she needed to say something. Her body just couldn't take that kind of punishment! "Miss Jessica," she stopped to catch her breath again, it hurt to do that with 125 pounds on her lungs! "I love your feet," another quick breath, "but I can't take it, please," another breath, "please go easy."
Jessica's response was a foot slap. She slapped the side of her victim's face with the sole of her foot while keeping perfectly balanced. She did it three more times and with each raise of her foot Rachel flinched. On the final slap she held her foot there and pushed Rachel's cheek to the ground. She pinned it there as she shifted her weight and then stepped off her chest completely to stand with both feet on poor Rachel's head and face.
Rachel thought she was in pain before. Now she was in agony. Her skull felt it was going to burst on the hard floor. She gave out a mewling cry of pain and her hands shot up to grab Jessica's ankles and legs.
She's killing me.
Panicked she grabbed and tried to push Jessica off of her face. Jessica kicked her hand away and slammed her foot back down hard on her head. In a harsh whisper, "You really don't want to do that or I'll stomp your skull harder then that." That blow had dazed her and she felt a terrible headache coming on from it. She let her hands drop to her sides, it would only be worse if she upset her.
Arrogantly she sauntered back on to her abdomen. She was amazed that since this torture had started Jessica's perfect feet had not touched the ground once. And not once did Jessica seem unbalanced or unsure of herself. Looking down at her like a queen from her throne she said, "Good girl, I don't like my rugs flailing about." Shrugging her shoulders she also added, "And I do reward good foot bitches."
With those words Jessica stepped forward with her right foot back onto Rachel's chest. She raised her left foot, the one with the platinum diamond toe ring, and angled her foot toe first down. As she lowered her foot toward Rachel's mouth she spoke in her sexiest voice, "Open... Slave."
Jessica
Slave. That is a powerful word. It implies total ownership. Jessica liked that word. Beneath her Rachel had opened her mouth; she could feel her real estate agent's breath on her foot.
I guess it is hard to breathe when someone is standing on you.
Jessica was able to slowly slide her foot into Rachel's mouth. Pushing them deeper she could feel Rachel's tongue on them. The bitch on the floor let out a moan. Pleasure? Pain? It didn't matter. Pushing her petite foot in deeper she could feel her toes on the back of her throat.
She slid her foot back up a bit, but kept it in her mouth. Pressing down again into the back of her throat she felt her gag. She this several times maintaining her balance perfectly. Back and forth she fucked her mouth with her toes. The low class loser on the floor was squirming quite a bit now between the weight on her chest and the deep throating of Jessica's foot she could barely get in enough oxygen.
"Can you feel my toe ring with the inside of your throat?"
No answer was expected, or possible. She continued the rhythmic motion of her foot pushing further each time. Louder moans could be heard from Rachel as it became more painful to carry Jessica's weight and still breathe. Starting to panic she reached with her hands to grab Jessica's leg. Jessica glanced sternly at her and waved her index finger, "That's a no-no, keep your hands down." Tears were in Rachel's eyes as her mouth was violated completely by this rich woman's sexy foot.
Rachel
She was at once intoxicated and terrified what was happening to her. Looking up at this gorgeous woman who stood there perfectly poised, perfect in every way was heavenly. And yet she couldn't breathe. Jessica's dominating gaze enchanted her; the feel of her foot inside her mouth, the sheer submission that she was accepting was amazing. And yet she couldn't breathe.
Each breath she took was more painful then the last. She tried to plead with her eyes, to show this sparkling beauty that she needed air; she needed to get off of her! Making eye contact she pleaded with her willing her to stop.
Please! I need to breathe!
Jessica simply smiled down at her. Jessica kept doing exactly what she had been doing, abruptly she stopped. With her foot still wedged deep into the back of Rachel's throat. Rachel was choking on her foot! Literally choking. From the inside this woman's fantastic feet were blocking her air flow!
She felt burning fire in her lungs; her body was telling her that she needed air. But this cruel... perfect bitch above her was not letting up. In fact she leaned *more* weight onto her left leg. Truly terrified now and seeing stars she trashed on the ground her palms hitting the floor. Laughing Jessica held the pose another few seconds, as if to say "yes I know you suffer but I don't care," and then shifted her weight back to her right foot and withdrew her foot from Rachel's mouth.
Sucking in as much air as she could with Jessica standing on her she whispered "Thank you Miss Jessica, I couldn't breathe." Jessica giggled, "I know." She then proceeded to step back onto her abdomen and wipe her foot off on Rachel's blouse and jacket. A small part of her was dismayed that Jessica was treating her clothes, ones that she had worked hard for, as garbage, but another part of reveled in it.
After drying her foot off, Jessica said, "I hope you are ready for more!" Jessica started to march in place on her stomach. Grimacing she looked up at her marching mistress with dismay.
I can't take more much more of this!
Jessica
The panic on "what's her name's" her names face was simply marvelous. One of the favorite things she loved to do to her professor was to suffocate him. It was just as fun, if not more so with this girl.
And there are so many ways to smother someone...
Jessica smiled and asked in a kind caring sweet voice, "Is my marching hurting you?" Rachel nodded and spoke in a submissive whisper, "Yes." She nodded her head in mock sympathy, "Do you want me to stop?" Again the diminutive voice said yes. Laughing Jessica said, "Remember you asked for this." Moving back up her chest she stopped right at her collar bone.
Showing off just how limber she was, Jessica squatted down bending her knees, with her face closer to Rachel's she tapped her on the nose with her finger. "I want to quiz you on what you like better, so pay close attention." Rachel whimpered but nodded her head. "I want to find out, is it easier to breathe with my feet in your throat or on your throat!"
She rose from her squat and adjusted herself with practiced ease. Turning sideways on the human floor she put her right foot on Rachel's throat. From her vantage point she could see alarm across the girl's face.
I love it!
Show slowly started to increase the weight. Soon her delicate flawless foot had cruelly cut off all air. Jessica was experienced with this and she was careful to not cut off the girl's blood flow, that what knock her out in seconds... and what fun would that be? Rachel squirmed underneath her but she easily kept her balance. In the same kind caring... sweet voice she had used earlier she asked, "Oh poor sweet baby, can't breathe? Would you like me to get off your throat?"
Rachel tried to speak but could not. She tried to move her head but could not. With a playful shrug of her shoulders Jessica said, "Oh well I guess you must be comfortable!"
Rachel
Rachel desperately tried to speak, but it's not possible when someone is standing on your neck! All that came out was choking sounds. Her lungs were screaming at her to breathe but she couldn't follow their frantic demands. Instinctively she raised her hands and grabbed the foot that was suffocating her.
"Hands DOWN!"
As Jessica shouted the word down she shifted almost her entire weight on Rachel's neck. Fearing for her life she obeyed. Rachel truly realized her predicament now. Jessica was a perfect physical specimen; she could probably even keep her down against her will. And even if she did manage to over power her and escape, Jessica would ruin her. She could get her fired. Add to all that even though she was suffocating and in pain she still was looking at the most wondrous woman she had even seen. She had a deep need to touch her and kiss her despite the abuse. She was well and truly trapped on multiple levels.
Jessica was berating her, "What the hell is the matter with you? Can't you do one thing right bitch?" Increasing pressure with her foot she yelled, "Do you want me to send that voice mail to your boss? Do you?" Rachel could not say anything; she could only make choking sounds. Jessica switched to a low sharp voice, "If you try to grab at me again, we are done." With those words she stepped off her throat and back onto her chest.
Air!
Rachel took in gulps of air thankful to breathe again. She couldn't believe she had let herself be put in this situation. This woman had her wrapped around her little finger; there was nothing she could do. Well in this case wrapped around her little toe...
Back on her chest Jessica smoothly still balanced went back to a sweeter voice. She asked, "So my little foot rug, what did you like better, my foot on your throat or in your throat?" Rachel was scared; she didn't want to experience either one. She hurt oh God how she hurt; she just wanted the smothering and trampling to stop so she could return to kissing those fantastic but deadly feet.
"Miss Jessica please... I'm scared." Jessica lifted her foot and stomped hard on her breast. Wincing in pain from the blow she felt another jolt of terror run through her. Jessica's perfect face had turned into a vicious sneer. Jessica launched into a tirade, "Do you think I care if you are scared? Do you think I care that you are in pain? You arrogant little bitch. How dare you think that someone like me so far above you should be concerned about a little piece of scum like you."
I'm arrogant???
"You are nothing. You aren't rich, you're not as beautiful as me, and you grew up and will remain a low born pathetic peasant. No one cares what happens to you. If I stood on your throat and watched you die do you think I would shed a tear? Would anyone? The only thing I care about is how you can amuse me." Looking down into Rachel's eyes she said, "Do you now understand your place in the world."
Part of said she was wrong. She was a hard worker! She was driven, ambitious, and a go getter. This woman had the easy road and there was no such thing as being "low born." However that argument rang false, after all she was being stood on. She was powerless before this queen of perfection.
I am worthless.
"Your right! I am scum. I'm not fit to even kiss your feet but please oh Miss Jessica please let me." Jessica smiled her brilliant smile and said, "Maybe... tell me more about how pathetic you are." As Rachel obeyed those words ground into her soul, she was pathetic, she was worthless, and she started to believe it with every fiber of her being.
"I'm such a loser! I am a lesbian even though I disgust myself. I am so stupid to think that I could actually get ahead in this world. I am so ashamed of my own worthlessness." She sobbed as she let out what she was feeling. "Damn it I would do anything just to be with you, I need you. You are so far above me you are like a goddess, when you look down on me, I feel complete."
She was going to continue but she was interrupted by Jessica's laughter. "Are you serious? Are you really serious? I've heard some over the top fawning in my day but you are just fucking pathetic."
Jessica
It was true. Jessica had nothing but contempt for the loser beneath her. She had made a lot of people declare themselves worthless and had made them humiliate themselves. But this dyke actually truly believed all of it! Jessica could tell the words had hurt Rachel. Of course that just made her smile.
Jessica balanced, as always perfectly, lifted her foot and started to wipe the tears on Rachel's face with it. "There, there, poor baby, it must be hard to be so insignificant," she spoke to her as she would a child. "Let me dry those tears... oh but now there are lezzy tears are on my foot." Smiling she said, "Lick your tears off my foot!"
Rachel enthusiastically sucked and licked her own tears from Jessica's foot. With growing astonishment mixed with amusement Jessica saw that Rachel did this eagerly!
The little worm will do anything to worship my feet!
She let this go own for another minute or so and then proceeded to dry her foot on Rachel's blouse again. Shifting her weight back and forth on her chest and stomach she thought about what else she should do. She walked up and down the body beneath her not caring where her foot fell. Breast, rib, neck, face, stomach, chest, it didn't matter. She ignored the moans and whimpers of pain.
I did want to go shopping later...
On a whim she decided what she would do with the agent at her feet. But first she had to keep her promise. The little selfish wretch below her had grabbed her feet, even after she had threatened to stomp harder on her head. Squatting on her chest again she moved her face closer to Rachel's. She said in a soft voice, "Earlier when I was standing on you face I said if you grabbed at my foot again I would stomp on your skull even harder."
The look of horror that crossed Rachel's face made her giggle. "And you my little lezzy loser grabbed my foot while it was on your neck." Delighting in her fear she continued, "And unlike you I'm not a liar, I will stomp on that ugly little head of yours." She changed positions from squatting to actually kneeling on her breasts. Her perfectly manicured hands stroked Rachel's face, "Oh you poor thing you look so frightened."
In a tiny whisper she said, "I am Miss Jessica... you are so strong, you could damage me permanently." Jessica nodded in mock sympathy, "That is very possible... why did you grab at me then? You knew I would have to do this, why would you do that?" Rachel was struggling to come up with whatever the "correct" answer was, and at the same time she was obviously short on breathe from the long trample and now her weight on her chest.
"I... I was scared, I couldn't breath I didn't think, I'm sorry." Jessica loved this she had stepped on this stupid bitch's throat and nearly made her pass out and now she was apologizing to her! Hah! Continuing with her faux compassionate voice she taunted, "You didn't think? Oh no! If you can't think now what will happen when I stomp your noggin in and rattle your brain around that thick skull?"
Rachel's tears started to flow again. Still in mock sympathy Jessica said, "On no don't cry poor baby don't cry. I won't stomp on your face and head unless you ask me to." Rachel sniffled and tried to compose yourself, "Your not?" Jessica stroked her hair, "Of course not, I'm not going to make you suffer something you don't ask for."
Despite the weight on her chest she smiled, "Oh thank you Miss Jessica, thank you!"
Rachel
When Jessica told her that she wouldn't stomp her with her petite, but lethal feet she felt more gratitude then ever before in all her life. At that moment she fell in love with this gorgeous goddess.
Jessica held up her hand, "Oh don't thank me yet. I am going to give you a choice." Sudden trepidation filled Rachel. "I won't stomp on you unless you beg me, but here is your choice you stupid little dyke." Rachel knew something bad was coming but even so she gazed up lovingly at the way this beautiful princess's lips moved.
"The choice is simple. Beg for me to stomp you with no mercy or I leave." Rachel's heart seemed to stop for an instant. "Yup you heard me I leave, I don't buy this house and I never see you again." Rachel's guts twisted into knots, she couldn't be without her goddess she couldn't be without Jessica! Jessica changed her tone of voice to the sexy seductress, "You'll never kiss my feet or feel my toe ring on your lips. You will never do any of that again, you won't ever have the opportunity to touch my breasts, to worship them." In that sultry voice that excited every pleasure center in Rachel's body she said, "Oh and you want to sooo bad. You want to taste every part of me."
Rachel moaned, "Oh God yes please." Jessica smiled with those perfect lips showing off her sparkling white teeth. "You know the price. Beg. Beg for me to trample you." Rachel cringed in fear.
I have no choice I need her so bad.
Rachel stammered, "P-Please stomp on my head." Rachel felt the stinging slap on her cheek. "Not good enough... BEG!" Rachel begged, she pleaded, "Please I'm begging you Miss Jessica stomp on my head, stand on it, trample me! I want your sexy feet on my face! Please!"
Jessica laughed. "Well since you asked me so nicely I will." Quick as lightning Jessica wrapped her hands around Rachel's neck and began to throttle her. The suddenness of the attack took her completely by surprise. She could feel her air cut off and her face beginning to bulge.
Why is she doing this?
As if reading her thoughts Jessica said, "I bet you are wondering why I am choking you." Rachel's hands pawed at the ground, she willed them not to rise to defend herself knowing it would just make matters worse. "I was going to stand up and smash your head in with my foot and I thought... while I'm down here why don't I just strangle you?"
Jessica was beaming down at her with triumph. "I so fucking own you. I could just snuff you out right now and you won't defend yourself. That just shows how totally pathetic and worthless you are that you would just let a complete stranger strangle you, maybe to death!" With those words she wrung Rachel's neck even harder.
Rachel was on the verge of passing out and maybe passing on but she still kept her hands at her side. Just when she thought she could take no more Jessica released her hold. Sucking in air Rachel whispered "Thank you Miss Jessica." Rachel was pleased that her thanks made Jessica smile again in obvious pleasure. Jessica replied, "You are a fast learner, maybe I'll change my mind about what to do with you."
What did she mean by that??
"For being such a good girl I'll let you kiss my hands." Jessica then presented her palms to the girl below her. Rachel eagerly kissed those perfectly proportionate hands. Jessica allowed her several seconds to lavish her hands with kisses and then lightly slapped her. "Enough." Jessica for the first time since she started trampling Rachel stood up on something not Rachel. She stood on the floor and ordered Rachel to turn her head to the side.
Jessica started to circle Rachel. Slowly and sensuously she circled her prey. Rachel's fear grew with each step. Suddenly Jessica moved... Rachel flinched. But it was a feint. And Rachel's reaction made Jessica laugh with delight. Rachel could feel her heart trying to burst free from her chest. Jessica's cruelty and spontaneity had her petrified.
Jessica then said, "Close your eyes." Rachel obeyed and it became all the worse. She couldn't even focus on Jessica's movements. She strained to hear her foot falls but those became so quiet she could barely hear them. Tremors ran through her body as each time she failed to hear the step she thought Jessica was air borne about to split her skull on the hard floor. She let out an involuntary whimper.
Jessica controlled herself. It was a struggle not to laugh. This lesbian loser was scared to death of the impending head trample. But she continued her silent prowl letting the worm tremble. Each moment she delayed was another moment that Rachel's terror and fear grew. Right now she was using every bit of her grace to move without a sound around her victim. Rachel couldn't see it, but Jessica was smiling.
Jessica
Jessica let Rachel squirm in mental agony for several long moments. Reveling in every second of exquisite dread radiating from her doormat, Jessica could feel herself getting turned on. She pounced. Without a sound she jumped high and landed perfectly with her feet together on Rachel's head and cheek. The sound of Rachel's head being smashed into the floor reverberated around the room.
Rachel screamed in agony and shock. Jessica slammed her heal into the side of Rachel's head and temple once, twice, and three times! Each stomp was given full force. Jumping off of her head Jessica could see Rachel curl into a ball using her arms to try to cradle her head. Her eyes were shut tightly as if to block out the pain.
Jessica proceeded to kick at Rachel's face and head, striking sometimes and others hitting her arms. Growing annoyed with Rachel's arms in the way she yelled, "Move your arms bitch!" Rachel moaned on the groan, "My head... my head." Frustrated with her resistance after how good she had been earlier Jessica grabbed Rachel's hair with her fist and yanked her up to a kneel positing. "You disobedient dyke, put your arms down!"
There was no sympathy in Jessica's voice; it was harsh, precise, and insistent. Rachel let her arms fall to the side with a moan. Letting go of her hair Jessica viciously backhanded her face and she fell to the ground again. As soon as she fell Jessica followed up with another stomp of her heel to her forehead. Rachel's head bounces off the floor. Jessica then leaped onto Rachel's chest driving the air out of her again.
Destroying someone is so much fun!
Pushing Rachel's head to the side with her foot she ignored the pleading look begging for mercy in her eyes. She stepped on her fragile face with one foot and then the other. She then brutally stomped her right foot right onto her ear. "Maybe that will clear up the wax so you can obey!" Because she felt like it she slammed her foot twice more on the exact same spot. Jessica started to walk in place on Rachel's face. "I'm so glad you begged for my feet on your face."
Looking down she signed in disappointment. The stupid girl had passed out! It might have been from the concussion she gave her or it might have been from the pain. It really didn't matter to Jessica. She would wait until she woke up before continuing the fun. She did still have a house to tour. Leaving her heels off she started to take a tour of the house herself, without the annoying voice interrupting every second thought she had.
Rachel
Rachel woke up. She immediately regretted it. She had a splitting headache and felt nauseous. She also had a constant ringing in her ear. Her face, head, and body felt bruised and sore. She got up slowly... painfully. She didn't see Jessica anywhere.
NO! She can't be gone.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she frantically looked outside. Her panic subsided as she saw that the brand new Mercedes was still parked out front. She started to search through the mansion for Jessica. After several minutes of looking she finally found Jessica lounging by the pool on a lounge chair pool furniture. She took a moment to just stare at her. Her breath caught in her throat the same way it did when she first saw her. The sun seemed to catch the light of her bracelet, toe ring, and earrings.
I would do anything to worship her.
After drinking in the heavenly vision she approached Jessica. When Jessica saw her she said, "I really did a number on you. You look terrible, but then again you weren't much to look at in the first place." Rachel actually looked pretty decent, sure not as hot as Jessica but then again who was? But Rachel was completely in Jessica's thrall and she meekly nodded and internalized the statement. Jessica said she was ugly. That meant she was ugly.
Now that she was closer she saw that Jessica had rolled up her jeans halfway up to her calf. They were also filthy. Dust, dirt, and grass stains marred her still completely sexy feet. Jessica caught her glance at her feet. "Oh that, you were out for over an hour I decided to get my feet wet and then take a tour of the place." Rachel had a feeling on what was coming next. "And I think I have decided to purchase the home, but I haven't decided what to do with you."
Rachel immediately fell to her knees, "Oh Please Miss Jessica let me serve you, let me worship you. If you want me to clean your feet I will, I'll do it gladly every day just let me be near you." She was babbling, she didn't want to happen to her what happened to Jessica's professor. "I'll clean them every day, I'll be a good girl I won't complain no matter how much you beat me, I can't live without you, I need you, I..."
Jessica interrupted her, "Oh shut up your starting to annoy me with your over the top groveling. It irritates me that any woman can be as pathetic as you." Rachel fell silent praying quietly that Jessica would let her kiss those feet. "I'm going to give you a test, to prove yourself worthy of being my slave." Rachel was determined to do whatever Jessica asked. "I want you to clean my feet with your tongue, clean every last bit of dirt and I'll think about letting you stick around, if you don't you never get to touch me again." Rachel felt of surge of exhilaration, this was something she could do. She immediately rushed to start on her task and Jessica stopped her. "No we do this by the pool."
Jessica made her drag the lounge chair, while she still lay on it, right to the edge of the pool. Only a couple of feet from the edge of the deep end of the pool the chair was placed. This left Rachel precariously close to the edge of the pool. Jessica smiled at Rachel said, "You may begin, oh and you only have 15 minutes."
Not wasting a moment Rachel frantically started to lick her feet. Kneeling down where she was her own feet were slightly hanging over the edge. She couldn't even properly enjoy worshiping this Goddess's feet because she was so concerned over the time. She tenderly, if quickly lifted one of Jessica's petite feet and licked from the sole to the top of her toes. Several times in rapid succession she did this, and even though it was Jessica's feet they still tasted like the dirt that she was cleaning.
After several licks Jessica said, "Oh no that won't do I never gave your permission to use your hands, one minute penalty." Rachel was crestfallen and seeing the look of despair on her face made Jessica giggle. "Hey don't look at me that way, I don't make the rules... oh wait yes I do!" Jessica made her place her hands behind her back. This made it far more difficult, she couldn't bring those gorgeous feet to her she had to bend awkwardly to reach them. If the pool water wasn't right behind her it would have been easier but she had to be careful not to move herself further back lest she fall in.
Rachel resumed her cleaning. This time she started on her toes sucking hard to get all the grit off them. "Be sure you get any dirt that found its way underneath the toe nails," Jessica insisted. Taking more precious time she pressed her tongue hard on the nail making sure she got every last bit of filth. Finishing with the toes of both feet she raced to clean the balls of her feet. Using her teeth she gnawed a piece of dirt off and hastily swallowed it. Mocking laugher from Jessica haunted her actions but she didn't care. She would pass this test and prove her devotion.
She started to clean her arches when Jessica announced, "Five minutes left foot wipe." Only five minutes left? Rachel redoubled her efforts she lost all pretense of worship and just mechanically used her mouth as a scrub, brush, and vacuum. Racing to the heel she licked and sucked furiously. "One minute." Finishing up she reviewed her work licking and grabbing the spots of dirt she had missed. With less then 30 seconds left she thought she had it all.
Jessica pulled her feet around and inspected them. Looking at her cell phone she said, "Well you only have 15 seconds left and I see one spot right there on the side of my big toe." Rachel couldn't believe she had missed it she lunged forward to take care of it but Jessica moved her foot the side. She moved her mouth again but Jessica simply slid her foot away again. Jessica started to count down all the while she kept her foot moving.
"5"
Rachel wailed in frustration and begged, "PLEASE let me clean it off!"
Jessica merely smiled at her.
"4"
"3"
With her hands still behind her back she made one last grab for her toe.
"2"
Missing again, Jessica then raised her foot high in the air.
"1"
Rachel knelt upright as high as she could but could only reach her heel!
"0"
Jessica smirked at her and said, "You lose, loser." With that she kicked Rachel in the face full force. The strike knocked her back into the cold water with her only pair of good clothes. Jessica stood up and put on her heels as Rachel still shocked from the cold watched her.
"I don't want to see you again, have fun with your so called life you sniveling lesbian worm."
Epilogue
Rachel's Fate
To end this tale we will see what happens to poor Rachel. Jessica of course went on to live happily ever after, abusing and discarding slaves at her every whim. She never had to work, and everything was handed to her on a silver platter. For Rachel... life took a turn for the worse.
Her clothes wet and ruined and her new found love leaving her had shocked her to the core. She ended up walking the 8 miles back to her piece of junk that she called her automobile. Her self esteem was at zero. By the time she got back to her car she received a call from her boss. She wanted her to come to the office immediately.
Her clothes dried from the walk, looked terrible. But as she tried to protest saying that she couldn't her boss demanded that she come in right away. She walked into the office that was a branch of the largest Real Estate agency in the state. She was humiliated as the other workers looked at her shabby state and shook their heads in disappointment.
Her boss ran the show, and she was a bitch. But unlike Jessica she was not attractive. She was in her late 40's heavily overweight and just plain bad looking. She did nothing to make her appearance even slightly appealing. Sitting down she looked up, anger in her eyes.
"Do you know what was left on my voice mail?"
"No Ma'am."
"Listed," she said curtly.
To her horror she listened to the message that had been left on Jessica' voice mail. Yes Jessica had recorded it and played it back as a final blow to Rachel. Her face turned scarlet and she knew her career was over.
Her boss's name was Betty. "You are so damned lucky that Miss Garcia isn't suing us." A small ray of hope filled her... could she at least keep her job? In a meek hopeful voice she asked, "Since she is not suing can I keep my job?" Betty slammed her hand on her desk. Yelling she said, "You sexually harassed your first major client and you want to keep your job?"
Hope dashed she said, "I'm sorry I... I'll go." Betty growled at her, "And don't think you'll ever work in any other real estate company in all of America. I've been around the business you aren't working anywhere." Rachel didn't know what to do. She had a mountain of debt, and no career prospects. She was broken.
She started to rise, but Betty said, "No sit." Betty went on, "The economy is in the dumps, you are a financial mess and if you lose this job you are done. So I'll let you stay on board." Breathing a huge sigh of relief she started to profusely thank Betty. Betty cut her off again. "You won't be showing people houses, I can't trust you for that you will be doing office work."
That took a bit of air out of her sails; she couldn't do what she had trained and worked so hard for. But she was at least being paid, even if it would be bottom tier wages. She wondered where she would work all the desks were filled, "Where will I sit?" Betty replied, "Oh I have a spot for you." Rachel asked, "Where?"
"Under my desk." Stunned she backed up a step, "What?"
Betty grinned at her; Rachel could see her yellowed teeth. "You admitted on the phone you were a lesbian. So do what lesbians do and munch on my carpet." Rachel started to cry, "No no no, I need this job but no." Betty said, "You don't have a choice, get under my desk or you're fired."
Rachel was torn. Yes she was a lesbian, she had admitted it. But just like straight guys wouldn't like fat Betty she didn't like her either! But she had no choice. Feeling less then the dirt that was on Jessica's feet she crawled under Betty's desk. Betty's office was shaded so no one could see them, it also muffled sound. This would be important. Betty took off her pants and her white grandma panties. Rachel cringed as she saw the messy tangled bush that was Betty's vagina.
Betty grabbed her head and forced her into the thick smelly undergrowth. "Yes get your tongue in there bitch." Betty was not gentle she grasped her head and rammed it into her cunt with vigor. Years and years of no sexual partners had left Betty depraved and sexually hungry. Rachel's world was surrounded by thick bristly hair, foul stench, and a heat that made her sweat. Rachel thought to herself, I'm in hell.
As Betty made her lick to orgasm, she told her "Yes get in there eat me, eat me, I'm going to use you like this every day. And you're going to do my ass too, and rub my feet, and everything else I make you do!"
And she did. Her life consisted of serving Betty. She hated every second. She was miserable. Her pay barely kept up with the bills. But she deserved it. Or at least that is what Jessica had made her believe. And she would learn that Betty was a sadist as well. As bad as it was her situation would get worse. Terrible depraved things would be required of her and done to her. But is a story for another time, if it is ever told.