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Rick Sully looked at the big mansion right across the street. It was one of the modern ones, that blended old royal splendour with more modern colours and surfaces. Though for most it was an awe-inspiring sight, full of beauty and splendour, for Rick it was a reminder of the most toxic and humiliating stage of his life.

Daphne Taylor lived in that house, the most successful model in the prestigious FiestaModels company. She was the most divine woman Rick had met, she had the beauty, the charisma, the brains…

But she was also a sadistic and evil woman, not in public of course, but behind closed doors she revelled on breaking the bodies and souls from the people that interested her. Rick absentmindedly massaged a cigarette burn on his arm, relieving so many suppressed memories all in one flash.

She had hurt him quite deeply. She said it was love, and in a way, he believed her, she was evil and torturing him had been an expression of love, she said she had loved him the most, and thus, he had suffered the most.

He thought of running away. Getting the hell away from this city and back to the loving arms of his girlfriend. But he was doing this for her. Amanda Rose was also a beautiful model and was part of a much smaller agency back in Inanna, he got a job as a photographer at the agency as well, same one he had held at FiestaModels for so long.

Things had been good for a while; Amanda was also dominant but not to the sadistic extent that Daphne could reach. It was true love, normal love, with some extra devotion and obedience required on the side.

However, the small agency soon fell pray to an acquisition by FiestaModels. The very day after Amanda had been fired along with himself, and they had struggled along ever since. Rick himself suspected foul play from Daphne, but even if it were… he still needed to talk with her.

Amanda deserved her dream job back; she deserved her life back. And Amanda had been so happy when he told her he knew the famous Daphne, that he had worked with her before, and he would go get a recommendation from her. He just couldn’t tell her what it would cost him…

With new determination. Rick knocked on the white and richly decorated wooden door and waited for an answer. In less than a second, a beautiful blonde maid opened the door. Her body was perfectly shape and her eyes a dreamy bright blue. However, her friendly smile disappeared the moment she laid eyes on the man in front of her.

Despite all this time, Rick lowered his gaze in a shame he couldn’t place the source of.

“Hello Angela” he said softly.

SMACK! A heavy slap hit him on his right cheek, making his head turn and a sharp pain to linger. He bit his lip and tried to remain calm

“That was uncalled for”

“You left Mistress Daphne, you left me. What I should do is hit you again”

“Look Angela, I just need to speak with her. Just five minutes and that’s all. I don’t want any trouble, but I am no longer her slave…or yours. Hit me again and it won’t end well for you” he said, standing a little straighter.

Angela snorted. “Look who has grown a backbone” She walked right in front of him and placed her hands on her hips, looking at him without a care in the world. Despite himself, Rick couldn’t help but give a small step back. Angela, ever observant, grinned at seeing even a hint of fear.

Angela suddenly grabbed Rick by the shoulders and jammed her pantyhose-covered knee right on his balls.

“GODDAMN!” Rick croaked as he fell to all fours, trying desperately not to throw up on the expensive marble stairs of the entrance. Angela looked at him in pity as he went up to one knee, trying to stand up.

Angela yanked his hair, eliciting a painful groan from Rick. She bend down to be directly in front of him, her beautiful and mercy-less face encompassing his entire vision.

“So tough guy? What are you going to do about it?”

Rick tried to pull from some fighting spirit from within himself but came out empty. His mind was a turmoil, battling previous conditioning and flashbacks to days and nights filled with pain.

“N-Nothing”

Angela smiled and her eyes took a sadistic glimmer Rick knew all too well. He closed his eyes, ready for a follow up but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes to find her amused expression.

“We really did a number on you didn’t we? You feel threatened and your immediate instinct is to submit”

Rick now noticed that he had clasped his hands behind his back. A position engrained in his mind as appropriate for punishments. He unclasped his hands and looked down in shame, feeling heat climbing on his cheeks.

Come on man, get it together! I spent so much time and money in therapy, it can’t be for nothing!

“Please let me go…” said Rick painfully.

“Mmph, fine” she let go of his hair and placed a finger on her ear. “He’s here”

Rick stood up and felt a feeling of dread at how there had been no need to explain who “he” was. He followed Angela to the entrance of the mansion as they waited. It was overwhelming for him to be inside this house again. He remembered the whole layout just by looking at the entrance hall. Every single room of this place held memories he had worked hard to forget.

A few minutes later, Angela placed her finger on the earpiece again and seemed to receive instructions. “Yes Mistress, as you wish”

She turned to him. “She will listen to you, but only if you ask as a supplicant. After all, why should Mistress Daphne listen to her idiotic ex?”

Rick clenched his fists. “This is ridiculous! Can’t we have a conversation like regular people? Why does everything with her always involve something?”

“You knew who you were going to talk to when you knocked on the door. If you are not feeling up to it, you can always leave. I mean, I bet you have a job in a nice little town, with a nice little girlfriend to play house with. Maybe she is even a model!” she said with a mocking smile.

I KNEW IT! They did keep track of me. Please God, why me? I just want to be free with Amanda

Rick closed his eyes, fighting off a wave of despair. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Then he slowly went down to his knees.

“Good boy. You may proceed and see Mistress Daphne; she is in the library. Just tell her what you need to and I bet she is quite…receptive.”

“Are we really going to pretend like she didn’t expect this to happen?”

Angela smiled in delight. “What on Earth do you mean Rick? Expecting her ex-boyfriend to come willingly on his knees back to her? Who could predict something like that? She is also too busy to do something like that. With her being the new owner of FiestaModel and all”

Rick felt all the blood drain from his face.

“S-She is the new owner?”

Angela covered her mouth with a wide grin. “Ups! Silly me, that was supposed to be a secret, we are trying to keep it under wraps. The old owner is still the public face of the company. Daphne enjoys modelling way too much to be a pencil pusher, so we would both appreciate if you kept quiet about it. I mean, aside from the extra income, she just ordered the old fart to buy some modelling agency in Inanna. Crazy, isn’t it?”

Rick looked in horror to the study. He had expected a one-time exchange with Daphne for a good word in FiestaModel. But if she is the boss…she really holds all the cards. There was no limit to what she could ask of him, nobody above her to give them a chance…

“Well Rick, I have some things to attend to. Feel free to approach the study whenever, she reads for quite a long time recently” Angela said and then left promptly with a confident stride.

Rick stayed there for a while, easing his breathing and calming the shaking of his hands. Then he started crawling to the studio. He felt his limbs heavier and heavier as he passed the posh decorations and the big rooms of the house. The door was open. By the time he crossed the threshold he felt as if his limbs were made of lead.

Daphne took only a moment to notice him. She carefully slid a separator on the book that she was reading and placed it next to her on the sofa. She was wearing a complete leather outfit, with long black boots that reached over her knee and a short black leather dress. He nervously noted that the boots had spikes at the toes.

Daphne crossed her arms as well and looked at him. Showing not a hint of emotion, She made no effort to speak, and Rick was afraid that by speaking himself he would break the spell that was protecting him from her.

He meekly crawled at her feet, always feeling her eyes on him. Once in front of her, he bowed like she was a Goddess of the modern age and then proceeded to place submissive kisses on the bottom of her crossed boot, the taste was horrible but nothing he wasn’t used to, he had even done it one time for Amanda, and tried to imagine it was her shoes he was kissing.

He kissed the bottom about 20 times and then moved on to the rest of the boot, praying not to be kicked by her. He kissed the bottom of her heel, the side of her boot, and kissed up to her ankle.

Daphne continued watching impassively. Not giving away a thing. Deciding that no answer was better than an aggressive one, Rick bowed down even lower to the floor, and began worshiping her other boot, paying special attention to the painful looking spikes, like if his attentions could convince them to have mercy.

“So…after all this time, and all the things you said when you left, you come crawling back”

Her voice was icy. He had never heard her like that, she was always full of passion. Sadistic passion but passion, nonetheless.

“I apologize for offending you, Goddess Daphne. There was no need for such hurtful words”.

He did mean that, he could have just left, but he had loved her as well, and finding her completely unable to show even the tiniest sliver of conventional love in her had broken his heart, thus, he had lashed out.

Daphne said nothing at first, her expression not changing at all at having her ex kissing her boots and grovelling at her feet. Suddenly she slapped him harshly, spinning his head around and making him fall to the ground.

He landed painfully and utterly scared, memories of pain and powerlessness flooding his mind’s eye. He turned himself unto his back and saw that her previous cool had been completely lost and she had anger and hurt in her eyes, and she certainly was going to share it with him…

She kicked him harshly, the spikes digging into his ribs as he cried in pain, he tried crawling away but a kick to the head quickly ended that thought, thankfully it had been with the shin and not with the toe of her powerful boot.

He did his best to escape but the beating was furious and relentless, so he curled up meekly and waited for it to stop, a very familiar position to him inside these walls. Eventually she relented, breathing heavily. He could not find in himself any part of his body that wasn’t sore, and he was certain the spikes had punctured the softer parts of him, thought thankfully not many.

Then to his surprise he heard a soft sniffle.

“Why…why did you have to leave? I loved you, I didn’t want to push you away”

Despite himself and his bruise body, he felt a pang of guilt and regret. She had never cried before. Ever.

“Daphne, I…”

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS BETA!” she screamed and stomped on his head, shutting up whatever he had meant to say. He felt his head bounce against the floor only to be stomped again.

The pain was indescribable, made it difficult to think. Through it all he realized she was crying. He knew she had felt stuff for him, but he never imagined it had been as deep as this. Still, what it amounted to right now was pain, pain that was quickly becoming overwhelming.

She had kicked the air out of his lungs, and he could not speak, he could not even beg for mercy…

She seemed to stop herself just enough to sob into her beautiful hands. He was really messed up, a few times he had been worried about his own life while she had a sadistic streak…but never like this. This was dangerous.

He used his good arm to crawl away, managing to shove himself a few feet away from her, heading to the door. He would never make it, there was no way he would make it to the street before her focus was again on him…

He fumbled with his pants, trying to pull out his phone. One of his eyes was swollen shut, so he placed the phone on the floor right in front of him and tried working the keys.

Just as he had managed to tap the emergency number, a sharped kick landed on his side, making him turn around and face the ceiling, watching Daphne’s beautiful puffy eyes look down at him with pure sorrow and regret.

He was too tired to move, he was barely conscious as it was, he fumbled blindly with his hand, trying to find his phone.

She stepped on him painfully on the chest, trampling his bruised ribs, making him groan and search more desperately still.

“Stop that! I just want to talk!” she said in a panicky voice.

He didn’t care, he was beaten within an inch of life, and he had to get away. He managed to turn his face completely so his good eye could locate the phone and stretched his hand as far as it could go to reach it.

Just as he managed to press it she dug her heel into his stomach. He coughed and instinctively tried to remove the boot from him.

“Damn it Rick! I’m sorry, okay?! I-I just…” her words froze in her mouth suddenly. Even the pressure on his body stopped. He painfully looked back at her face, and he saw she was intently looking at his phone. He looked back at it and realize he had activated the cellphone with his touch, showing a picture of Amanda and him happily hugging.

If there had been anger in her eyes, it was nothing compared to what he found in them now. She had complete, unadulterated hatred in them now. He made one last grab for the phone and just as he put his hand over it, a powerful boot stomped on his hand.

He screamed as he felt his bones painfully bend, yielding to her boots.

“I forgot. You never cared about me, didn’t you? You just wanted a beautiful woman to satisfy all your sick desires and perversions. And when you couldn’t handle it, you ran away without any regret. Didn’t you!?”
Peter screamed but could do little but thrash helplessly on the floor. His body was broken….

“You want to call your worthless slut of a girlfriend? You want to go kiss her ass so bad? FINE, I DON’T CARE! BUT YOU WILL REGRET LEAVING ME!” she screamed as she stomped woth her full weight into his hand.

He felt it break, the phone screen shattering beneath his hand and digging the glass into his palm. He whimpered pathetically, unable to cope with the pain. She stopped twisting her heel on his hand and then moved to him.

He tried nursing his hand. But before he could do anything else he felt an extreme pressure on his throat. Her boot was stepping into him, cutting his airflow, he twisted as much as he could, but her force was too much…

“I’ll fucking kill you. You will die beneath the feet you loved so much! And I will send a picture to your bitch so she can see you are mine! Your body is mine! Your mind is mine! YOUR FUCKING LIFE IS MINE!”

The world started losing focus, then colour, then cohesion, as the pain left his mind, and he felt himself drift away.

I’m sorry Daphne. I love you Amanda…