Chapter 4

Sonia woke up and felt a warm, moist sensation on the sole of her foot. She looked down and found Maya kneeling there, quietly licking while she had been napping.

“Enough, Maya. Well done. You’ve made my feet feel really good.”

Maya looked up, blushing, and mumbled quiet thanks, making Sonia smirk.

“You can thank me for letting you lick my feet any time,” Sonia said. “Now make me some dinner.”

“What would you like?” Maya asked, not even thinking of objecting.

“Can you use your powers?”

Maya hadn’t even considered it. She wasn’t used to the notion she could do magic yet, but there were ways she could know what her friend’s body needed, and the sort of tastes she craved, especially with the bond to help. She found out she was in the mood for some pasta with a creamy sauce, and got to work as Sonia lay on the sofa watching TV.

After close to an hour in the kitchen, Maya brought two dishes to the living room, one for Sonia and another for herself.

“Took you long enough,” Sonia said.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, Miss.” Sonia smirked.

Maya nodded, and repeated it.

“I didn’t tell you to make yourself food, did I?” Sonia asked.

“Uh, but--”

“Did I?”

“No, Miss. Sorry, Miss.” Maya lowered her head.

“Greedy girl ... you can rub my feet while I eat. If you’re good, I’ll let you have some leftovers.”

“Thank you, Miss,” Maya said softly, as she knelt on the floor and started massaging Sonia’s bare feet, going hungry while her friend ate the meal she had cooked.

Sonia enjoyed her food, smiling as she heard her servant’s belly rumble.

“Hmm, this is the life. How are you doing down there, slave?”

Maya pouted. “Come on,” she said, almost sobbing. “Why are you treating me like this? I didn’t do anything wrong!” She didn’t stop rubbing, though.

Sonia went on eating. She did feel a little sorry for Maya, but not enough to do much about it.

“Hey, I’m just telling it like it is. You’re my slave. You cooked for me and you’re giving me a foot rub while I eat. Afterwards I’ll decide if you get any food. What does that make you?”

Maya remained quiet, though she started shedding a few tears.

“What does that make you?” Sonia asked.

“It makes me stupid, for having helped you. I should have fled.”

Sonia raised one of her feet and softly caressed Maya’s face with her sole, in a mixture of affection and possessiveness.

“Don’t be upset,” she said. “I’m not so bad, am I?” She ran her toes down Maya’s cheek, wiping her tears, mixing them with her foot sweat. “You’ll get used to being mine, you’ll see.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Shush,” Sonia said, tapping Maya’s lips with her toes. “I’ll reward you when you’re good and I can be really nice when I want to. Come here.” She patted the sofa by her.

Maya took a seat by her friend and Sonia ran her fingers all over her body, getting her really excited. She gently squeezed her breasts, caressed her belly, and pressed her hand against her crotch.

“You like this, huh?” Sonia asked.

“Yes, Miss; more, please.”

Sonia chuckled. Her food was done, so she laid her dish on the coffee table and got Maya to sit on her lap. She pinched her nipples, making her shudder and yelp.

“You’ll be anything I like,” Sonia said. “My pet, my slave, anything I want.”

Maya nodded, wanting Sonia’s touch to continue.

Sonia took the other dish, and began to feed Maya with her fork.

“Are there ways you can transfer your power to me? I may want to be able to use it directly, or when you’re not around.”

Maya thought about it for a while. Sonia stopped feeding her while she didn’t reply.

“Uh, auras?”

Sonia laughed. “You’re asking me? You’re the expert here, sweetie ... my enslaved little witch.”

As Maya was about to complain about it, Sonia continued feeding her, keeping her quiet. A few mouthfuls later, when she had calmed down, Sonia let her talk.

“Auras are a way to imprint power on an object,” Maya said. “I could make an aura and set it to you so you can use it by touching it, or through intent.”

Sonia nodded. “Sounds good. Can you use any object?”

“Yes, but it’s better if the aura effect is similar to the object’s purpose. Takes less power.”

“So there’s a power limit?” Sonia asked. “Any way you can get more?”

Maya explained the fundamentals.

“Imagine you’re trying to make electricity from a water course. Injustice is the height of the peak. Love is the depth of the bottom. The magician’s mind, more or less efficient and trained, is the turbine.” She stopped, not wanting to tell Sonia about the sacrifice component.

“You’re missing something out, aren’t you?” Sonia asked, good at reading her friend.

“Uh, yes. For the bond to arise there must be a sacrifice. That’s ... kind of like ... the width of the course.”

Sonia laughed.

“Are you kidding me? The only reason you had magic is you saved me from that lot?”

Maya blushed.

“Um, no. If I ... If you hadn’t betrayed me, it probably wouldn’t have been enough.”

Sonia ruffled Maya’s hair, and fed her some more, puzzled.

“As a friend it was my duty to try to help, but after you did that ... it was an act of grace.”

Sonia nodded. It made a peculiar sense, weird as it was.

“Then you should thank me, shouldn’t you?”

“Um, I ... suppose?”

“Now, don’t be ungrateful. You just said I made it possible for you to have magic.” Sonia grabbed Maya’s hair and made her head nod. “So, what do you say?”

Maya didn’t want to admit it, but Sonia had a point.

“Thanks,” she said, softly.

“Thanks for what? You know what I want to hear.”

Maya groaned. Why did Sonia have to make it so humiliating?

“Thanks for ... spitting in my face and ... making me lick your shoes in front of the Judges.”

“Good girl,” Sonia said, resuming Maya’s meal.

She kept thinking of the sacrifice and the power limit, and her mind immediately went to the next step.

“So, can you get more power by sacrificing again?”

Maya was very, very tempted to lie, but, in the end, she spoke the truth.

“Yes,” she said in a whisper.

Sonia kissed the top of Maya’s head.

“That’s a good little slave,” she said. “We’ll never run out.”

Maya shuddered.

While Maya cleared up after the meal, Sonia started thinking of how to best make use of her powers. She didn’t know what the precise limits were, but she thought it would be best to start by demanding all she wanted, and punishing Maya if she was unable to fulfil some of her requests. That way she would get used to working hard at pleasing her, looking for alternatives to achieve the effects she was ordered to. Sonia had no intention of letting Maya become spoiled. She wanted her to learn to expect nothing and be grateful for anything she was given.

She decided she wanted to use Maya’s magic as directly as she could, and auras sounded like a good way of doing it. That they reduced Maya’s power was, from Sonia’s viewpoint, an advantage. The more power she gave to Sonia to use, the less she would have for herself, making her weaker and more dependent.