Catherine froze. Surely her owner’s gesture couldn’t mean what she thought.

Hailee lounged on the couch, her impatience palpable as she watched her slave hesitate to obey her unspoken command. With a sharp sigh of annoyance, Hailee reached into her purse beside her, fingers curling around the sleek remote for Catherine's shock collar. The device gleamed ominously in the soft light of the room as she held it up before Catherine's eyes, a silent threat pulsating with unseen power.

Catherine immediately reacted, her panic palpable as she reluctantly inclined forward, uncertain if this was truly what had been asked of her.

The 41 year old couldn't believe what she was doing. The absurdity of the moment struck her deeply. How could she allow herself to be reduced to this? She thought of her daughters, whom she had always taught to be strong and independent. Yet here she was, kneeling before a teenager, surrendering her dignity.

In that moment, Catherine felt a profound sense of betrayal to herself, but also a stark realization of the power dynamics at play. It had taken only a few days for Hailee, with her entitlement and cruelty, to break her spirit completely. This act was not just a bizarre task; it was a symbol of her total submission to Hailee's dominance.

As she leaned in, the captive woman closed her eyes as she planted a quick kiss on the snobby teen’s sock covered foot.

Hailee couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of her. She knew that Catherine fought an internal battle with herself.

But just as suddenly as she had started laughing, Hailee’s expression turned serious again. She looked down at her servant with disdain, shaking her head slowly. “You can surely do better than that, Buttslut,” she sneered, her voice dripping with condescension.

Catherine felt a surge of frustration and anger rise within her, battling against the overwhelming fear. She wanted to jump up, to beat the audacity out of this bitch. But she knew that such an act, in addition of not helping her escape, would be punished ruthlessly.

She straightened herself, ignoring Hailee’s gaze burning into her, and leaned forward again. This time, she pressed her lips firmly against the cotton, trying to block out the shame and degradation that threatened to overwhelm her.

As her mouth rested on Hailee’s sock, her owner suddenly spoke: “Look up”. As she did, she noticed the smartphone in her tormentors hand.

Flash

“Just something for the memory album”, the 19 year old giggled.

After a couple of seconds of this endless seeming kiss, Hailee grabbed Catherine’s hair, forcing her to look up at her.

“Tell me, Buttslut," Hailee's voice cut through the air like a whip, her eyes narrowing with a calculated intensity, "what do you like about my socks?"

Catherine hesitated, her mind racing as she searched for the right words. She knew any misstep could lead to consequences she dreaded. "I... I like the design," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her owner leaned forward slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Go on," she urged, her tone a mix of curiosity and thinly veiled command.

Catherine swallowed hard, her eyes darting briefly to Hailee's feet, adorned in the white thigh-high socks with two bold black stripes. "The stripes... they're very striking," she continued carefully, her words measured.

Hailee's smile widened fractionally, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "And?" she prompted, her gaze piercing.

"They... make your legs look great," Catherine added cautiously, her heart pounding with apprehension.

Hailee's demeanor softened momentarily, a flicker of amusement crossing her features. "Good," she acknowledged with a nod. "You have an eye for detail, Catherine." Her tone, though faintly approving, carried an undercurrent of expectation—an unspoken reminder of the scrutiny under which Catherine lived every moment of her captivity.

“Take them off”, Hailee comanded.

Sensing her slaves hesitation, the teen’s patience wore thin. “With your teeth,” she clarified sharply, a challenging glint in her eyes.

Suppressing a sigh, Catherine nodded obediently and moved up closer towards Hailee’s midsection, where she delicately grasped the edge of the long sock between her teeth. She began to pull, slowly and methodically, revealing her owners thighs.

As she reached the knee, Catherine twisted her head, struggling to get it further. As expected, her mistress didn’t add her assistance in any shape or form.

The 41 year old continued along the snobby teen’s extended leg as more and more of her beautiful and young glowing skin appeared.

With a final, determined pull, she finally removed the entire sock, which now only hung down from her mouth.

Hailee gestured her to put them to the side, which she gladly did.

The young mistress leaned back, making herself more comfortable. With a cool voice, she ordered Catherine to "begin."

Confused, Catherine hesitated for a moment, unsure of what Hailee meant.

Hailee sat back up, her tone dripping with condescension, ".You’re really not the smartest, are you?"

“I…I’m sorry Miss Hailee, I’m just not sure what..”, the nervous slave struggled to explain.

“Yeah yeah yeah, let me get something straight. "Respect is everything in this world. You should be thankful for this opportunity to serve. Not everyone gets to be close to someone as amazing and beautiful as me. You're lucky, really. You need to understand your place. You exist to make my life easier. It's a simple exchange: you do what I say, and I allow you to exist here.“

“Long story short: Lick my feet.” Hailee commanded as she leaned back down.

Her slave’s mind spun in disbelief. This woman was sick, a sadistic freak! How could she derive pleasure from degrading another human being like this? Did she honestly expect Catherine to put her tongue onto her naked feet? And for what? Just for her twisted amusement?

Catherine's thoughts turned to her daughters once more. If they could see her now, they'd urge her not to submit to this 19-year-old's will. They'd tell her to resist, to stand up for herself. Summoning all her remaining strength, Catherine managed to muster a whispered "no."

Hailee, who had been eagerly anticipating the pleasant sensation of a tongue on her soles, was visibly annoyed. Without hesitation, she grabbed the remote for Catherine's shock collar and delivered a punishing level 4 shock.

Catherine convulsed in pain, struggling against the surge of electricity coursing through her body for a few agonizing seconds before gasping, "Okay, okay, please. I'm sorry. I'll do it."

Defeated and trembling, Catherine bowed down, looking up at the remote in Hailee’s hands one last time, before slowly extending her tongue. Her defiance had lasted just a few passing moments.

Even though Hailee’s feet were were well manicured, without an unpleasant scent, Catherine gagged as she first made contact.

“Oh Buttslut, not used to the taste of defeat?", Hailee mocked. “Don’t you ruin my carpet now.”

Catherine sighed quietly as she made her second attempt.

Back when she was young, she liked to think that she was a fairly openminded person. But this was just vile and completely unnatural.

Her tongue took the first, careful licks of Hailee’s soles, her skin feeling smooth and soft to her touch, with a slighty salty feeling.

The spoiled youth leaned back, savoring the delicate tongue-bath her little footslave gave her. She closed her eyes, letting the soothing sensation wash over her as she drifted into relaxation.

Catherine had no sense of how long this would endure. However, one look at the her owner made it clear: she might be in for a long haul.

As time moved on, Catherine’s effort made the foot increasingly wet, turning Hailee’s soles into a sloppy mess. The middle aged woman sought refuge in a mental fortress, attempting to shut out the reality of her actions and the unsettling direction her captivity was steering towards.

Just a week ago, Catherine had led a normal life. If she were home right now, she would have been preparing lunch, perhaps chatting with her daughters about their day. She would have cherished every mundane task, relishing in the simple routines that once defined her days.

But that life felt like a distant memory now. In this new life of hers, she submissively knelt in front of a 19 year old snob to slobber on her feet.

“Now the toes,” Hailee broke the silence. Defeated, Catherine repositioned herself to follow her tormentor’s order, as the collected saliva of over half an hour of excessive licking slowly ran down the soles.

Her mistress shifted her body with a soft moan, making Catherine sick to her stomach. As Hailee bit her lower lip, she whispered: “In between.”

The 41 year old whimpered uncomfortably as she used her tongue to lap at the spaces between each individual toe of her owner.

The whole ordeal took almost an entire hour. By the time she was finally done, her tongue became so numb that she could hardly detect any taste.

“That’s my gooooood giiiiirl”, Hailee groaned with a provocative smile as she used her drenched foot to deliver a few soft slaps to her slave’s face, painting Catherine’s cheek with her on spit.

Catherine, utterly shattered by the experience, couldn't muster the strength to lift her gaze from the floor.

Hailee twisted her leg, inspecting the result of Catherine’s efforts. “Yuck!,” she exclaimed.

Excited, she directed “Now the other one!”

to be continued.