Chapter 5

Sonia woke up well rested. It was Saturday, and she looked forward to a whole weekend playing with her new toys: her slave, and magic. Of the two, she didn’t know which she liked the most. It was even better to know that the girl she had lying at her feet, with her face pressed against her smelly, sweaty soles, could tear her apart with a thought, but was so pathetically devoted to her that she was helpless to stop her from doing anything she wished. Now, of course, she had the means to control her, if she ever got out of hand.

She slapped Maya’s face with her feet. Maya, who’d woken up every few minutes, groaned and tried to continue sleeping. Sonia slapped her again, and felt Maya kiss her soles in response.

“Sleepy,” Maya said, mumbling.

“Wake up!” Sonia stroked Maya’s face with her soles. “Someone’s got to make me breakfast.”

“Ok, ok, going now.”

Sonia felt Maya wriggle out from beneath her legs and feet, and crawl up the bed. She was about to get up, when Sonia cuddled her close and stroked her hair, gently.

Maya shivered at first, fearing that Sonia was about to hurt her, but then she let herself enjoy her touch. She was very tender, petting her and caressing her.

“Thank you, Miss,” Maya said, a little choked from emotion.

“That’s alright, silly. You were a very nice foot girl for me last night. You even knew you should smell and kiss to finish the day. I think it won’t take long to train you into the perfect slave I deserve to own.”

Sonia said these things while her hands played with Maya, running through her hair, cupping her cheeks, and exploring her naked chest, making the girl moan with pleasure. Sonia quietly chuckled, amused.

“See? Being my slave is not so bad. Now get up.”

Maya sighed, wanting to be touched further, but she complied. Sonia, got up herself, and pushed down on Maya’s shoulders, making her kneel. Then she crouched by her, covering her eyes with one of her hands. She picked up the pair of crumpled-up dirty socks from the day before, opened Maya’s mouth with her fingers, and pushed them inside.

Maya, confused, resisted for a moment as the fabric went between her lips, but it was only from surprise. She let Sonia push her worn socks in, filling her whole mouth with dirty fabric crusted up with stale sweat. Her tongue couldn’t escape them, and she began to taste Sonia’s characteristic foot flavour. She was getting to know it intimately. The socks were salty and gritty, and she could feel a sour aftertaste as she swallowed the tainted saliva.

“There,” Sonia said. “You can’t complain I’m not feeding you anything while you get my breakfast. Move it, puppy.”

Maya nodded. She would have preferred not to have to suck on Sonia’s socks, but if she was honest to herself, it was worth doing that if she got to be touched now and then, too. Her approving words alone made her swoon, and her bond kept inclining her towards being more attentive and servile. It seemed to make her previous feelings for Sonia constantly increase in intensity, to the point that she couldn’t even imagine living without her.

She read Sonia’s body again, and made the breakfast that would suit her best. Some fried eggs, toast with butter and jam, freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee.

This time, she knew not to make herself anything, though she thought it would be ok to make a little more than Sonia needed, so she would have some leftovers to feed her if she wanted. As things were, her mouth was busy holding Sonia’s dirty socks. The flavour of her feet kept intruding on her thoughts. She tried to forget about it and focus on her task, but it was difficult to ignore when her tongue was stuck to sweat-soaked soiled cotton. As she smelled the delicious food she worked on, all she could taste was the sock filth she had no choice but to swallow. Cooking made it even worse, as the scents made her salivate more intensely.

Maya couldn’t call Sonia to let her know the food was ready, so she went to check on her. Sonia was dressed in comfortable sports clothes, still in her bare feet. As she saw Maya come, she walked with her to the kitchen and sat at the table.

“Well done, slave,” she said. “Just what I needed. That magic’s going to make you the perfect servant when it comes to getting my meals right.” She gestured for Maya to get closer. “Go under the table, and nuzzle my feet like a devoted puppy. Well, like what you are, really.” She snickered.

Maya got on the floor, back on all fours, and crawled under the table. At first, she nuzzled the tops of Sonia’s feet as they rested on the floor. Sonia raised one foot and started petting Maya’s head with it, running her toes through her hair, and pushing her face against the other. She spread her toes, and pressed Maya’s nose in between them, giving her no choice but to sniff the pungent smell of her sweat. The socks filling her mouth forced Maya to take constant breaths through her nose.

Sonia giggled now and then as she ate, feeling Maya’s cold nose against her foot. Her breath felt cool between her toes, and sometimes lightly tickled her, in a pleasant, gentle way. It was a really good sensation, and she decided she’d always have breakfast this way, with her little pet’s face rubbing all over her feet. If it was nice on the tops, it would probably feel even better on the bottoms, so she placed one foot over the other, resting the heel on her instep, her toes pointing upwards.

Maya knew what was expected of her. She crawled a little, shifting her body to get the angle right, and nuzzled the exposed sole, rubbing it with her nose and lips. The smell was a lot sharper, and she didn’t forget to go up to the toes, too, where it was the strongest. She ran her nose from her big to her little toe, through that groove between the pads and the ball of the foot, taking deep, large sniffs, where the stink was at its most pungent. She also insinuated her nose in between Sonia’s toes, wanting to please her.

Maya adored her, and hoped to hear new wonderful words of praise and get more of those gentle, delightful caresses from her, as well as avoiding any further use of her pain collar. The twin memories of how good it felt to be stroked and how awful it was to be punished motivated her to her best service, though the addictive pleasure of Sonia’s touch was probably even more insidious than the abject fear of her power.

Sonia was very satisfied with Maya’s work. She was surprised how far a little bit of intense pain and pleasure could go in guiding her behaviour, but then she remembered that Maya already wanted to please her. The rewards and punishments were only dissolving Maya’s reservations, and sharpening her eagerness. She decided she’d set a high standard for her.

“This is just about acceptable,” she said. “You have to do better with the other foot if you want to be fed.” She swapped feet.

Maya groaned inwardly, unable to express her dissatisfaction. Only a tiny moan passed through the socks gagging her. Sonia was right. She had to do better. She felt so inadequate, that she directed her rage and disappointment against herself rather than her friend. It was her fault for being bad at even this simple a task. No wonder Sonia didn’t trust her to make her own decisions. If she couldn’t even nuzzle feet right, what chances did she have of doing the right thing about something more complicated? She needed her friend’s guidance, and Sonia was kind enough to understand it and accept how limited she was.

Maya redoubled her efforts, using her whole face to rub Sonia’s foot as she finished her breakfast. At least she wouldn’t fail for lack of effort. The smell was cheesy and penetrating, but she was starting to get used to it, and it wouldn’t stop her from performing her duty.

Sonia immediately noticed the improvement. Maya wasn’t only using her nose, though she was still actively and enthusiastically fawning on her, taking deep, long whiffs of her bare foot. She also made sure to use her lips, pressing them and moving them against her sole, giving her a gentle little massage with them as she sniffed. It was great, and she never wanted to be without this.

She finished all she wanted to eat, and saw there was a little food left. She couldn’t fault Maya for making enough for some leftovers, though it was up to her whether she got fed or not, and it gave her such a rush to know she could just starve her if she wished.

Sonia wasn’t completely cruel though. Moreover, she wanted to play hard with her pet, and she didn’t want Maya to flag for lack of energy.