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“Are you good enough to be my slave?” Priya asked, looking down at Sharada trapped in a shoulder lock by Rahul. “Nope. Rahul, throw her away. She wouldn’t make a good slave for me.”
“Please, you didn’t even try me out.” Sharada said.
“You do have a lot of dedication.” Priya said. “But it’s going to take a lot of work for someone like you to be my slave.”
“Whatever it takes, Priya.”
“Alright! From this moment on, I declare you my slave!” Priya said, pushing her big toe into her mouth. “Suck on my toe, slave.” Sharada inhaled the dust from her feet and licked them clean from the bottom. “Let me see how good a foot rest you are.” Priya rested her feet on the girl’s face. The feet slipped down through her neck, down to her chest and instantly plopped to the girl’s lap. “What the fuck just happened? I was trying to rest my feet on your breasts, but apparently, you don’t have any. Look at that bare chest!” she laughed with Rahul.
“I do have breasts.” Sharada cried.
“Very small, insignificant excuses for breasts.” Priya said. “It doesn’t look like you’ll make a very good slave for me at all.”
“Please, Priya. I’ll do anything you…”
“First, I want you say it. I want to hear it from your mouth. Who owns you?”
“You’re my owner, you own me.” Sharada said, attempting to brush away her feet from her face.
“And whose boyfriend is Rahul?” Priya smiled.
“He’s your boyfriend, Priya.” Sharada said.
“Whose boyfriend is he not?”
“My boyfriend.” Sharada retreated to the floor. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s yours.”
Rahul let go of her face and placed his feet on her head. “Can I trust that you will be a good slave to my new girlfriend?” He asked her. The pressure from his feet caused her to lick the floor, but she was able to nod her head in obedience. “I bless you with a nice life under Priya’s feet,” Rahul said, rubbing his feet against her hair. He moved over to the couch and settled next to Priya.
The couple sat and watched as Sharada struggled to recover from the brutal attacks. She wiped off the dust and tears from her eyes as she sat down before them. “Why the long face?” Priya asked. “Do you want Rahul to be happy or not?” Sharada frowned at her ex-boyfriend sitting back at the couch and smiling back at her, but she forced herself to answer the question with a “Yes.”
“So you should be thankful to him for dumping you and moving on with an awesome babe like me,” Priya said, grabbing her own breasts. “Look how nice my boobies are. He shouldn’t have to put up with those things anymore,” she pointed at Sharada’s bare chest and laughed. “Come on, slave. Thank him, now!”
Sharada felt every bit of her pride crushed away as she grabbed Rahul’s legs and kissed them. “Thank you, Rahul.”
“Thank you for what?” Priya gave her a hard slap on her cheeks.
“I’m very thankful that you left me for this girl,” Sharada said, nursing her cheeks from the impact of the slap. Priya gave her a stern look. “Sorry, I meant this Goddess. She’s far more sexy and brilliant than I could ever be in my life,” Sharada noticed Priya nodding and smiling, “so you did the right thing by dumping me for her.”
“Go on now!” Priya said.
“You both look very happy together. I’ve never seen you so happy before,” she swallowed and braced herself, “because you were with me before. I was never good enough for a man like you.” Rahul stroked her hair and said, “Continue.” Her face shivered as she forced her lips to smile. “You deserve better than me.”
“You see that? That’s how I like my slaves,” Priya commented, looking toward Rahul. “I like it when their souls are crushed beyond existence, with no pride left.” She smiled at Sharada and moved her feet forward; she promptly kissed them. “Now thank me for stealing your boyfriend away from you.”
“Thank you, my supreme Goddess,” Sharada said.
She looked up- Priya’s fingers were starting to form into a fist. “Do you want me to beat you up again? Because I will, bitch! Explain why you are grateful to me,” Priya said.
“You helped him get rid of me. And you’ve given him happiness and excitement like I never could.” Priya smiled at Rahul and grabbed him by the neck to give him a kiss on the lips. They licked each other’s tongues and never for a moment stopped to listen to the slave girl rambling away. Sharada felt her heart burn away as she saw him enjoying her, but she had to go on. “I’ve never seen you getting so excited from a kiss.” She cleared her throat in an attempt to get them to stop kissing. “And thank you for making me your slave, Priya.” The couple looked at the slave joining her hands and praying to her like she was God. “I will do my best to serve you well.”
“Is she being sarcastic?” Priya asked Rahul, exchanging a quick wink.
“I think she is. She doesn’t seem at all convinced at how happy I am,” Rahul said.
“You should really feel how happy Rahul is,” Priya said. “And I mean physically.”
Priya smiled at Rahul as she unhooked the pant and zipped them open. “I want you to grab my boyfriend’s penis,” she said, turning to Sharada. “With both your hands.” She sat up, caught the top of Rahul’s blue underpants and pulled them down slowly. With almost crippling hesitation, she wrapped her hands around the long, manly organ. Priya took off her t-shirt and sat with her knees on both side of Rahul’s and an upskirt view of her buttocks visible from Sharada’s position. She saw Rahul’s hands slide from the knees, up through her thighs and landing at her buttocks to give them a sensual squeeze. His penis grew stiff and rock-solid as he kissed Priya’s cleavage through her bra and smothered his own face between the Goddess’s heavenly breasts. He then kissed her on the neck and made her moan. Sharada felt his penis growing every moment, every move and went forward to give it a kiss, only to be slapped off by Priya. “I said feel it, not kiss it.” She obeyed, feeling her ex-boyfriend’s penis grow larger than she ever imagined possible.
“Let’s wait till tonight,” Priya said and Rahul reluctantly agreed. Sharada felt his penis shrinking five times smaller within moments. Priya sat back down on the couch. ”Have you ever seen a boner like that in your life?”
“Never,” Sharada said.
“And you have slept with Rahul before, haven’t you?” She answered yes. “Oh dear, that must have been a terrible experience for you,” Priya kissed Rahul’s lips again.
“I’m so sorry,” Sharada said.
“You’d better be sorry. No ordinary girl can satisfy him, he deserves a Goddess like me.” Priya said, pointing one finger at herself.
“You really are a Goddess, Priya,” Sharada caught her legs and bowed down. “You are an icon, I wish I were more like you.”
“Hah, You can never be anything like me, that’s impossible.” Priya said. “But admitting that is a great first step. You got one thing right today.”
“Thank you, my lord.” Sharada said.
“The next step for your life is to become a good slave for me.” Priya stood up, turned around and snapped her fingers. “Now lift up my skirt and smell my ass. I’m going to show you your purpose in life.” Sharada grabbed the rough cloth in her hands and stuck her head between her butt cheeks. “I have a few butt slaves. Their job is to sniff my ass and eat my shit. But you are not my ass slave, no way,” Priya said, using her grip of the girl’s hair to lower her head to her thighs. “I also have thigh slaves. They squeeze and massage my thighs all day. But you aren’t good enough for that yet.” Priya’s hands pushed her down to the floor. “A foot slave. That’s what you are now. You have to crawl under my feet, kiss them clean and accept nasty kicks to your face when I feel like kicking you.” Sharada kissed Priya’s feet, clearing some black dust off their bottoms as she went along. “Are you ready to be a slave of my feet?” Sharada nodded.
“You have a long way to go before I can even think of keeping someone like you at my feet. You’re so weak and pathetic, I don’t think you would last even a few minutes as my foot slave.” Priya said.
“Whatever it takes, Priya. I’m ready for it.” Sharada said.
“Alright, let’s start with something easy first.” Priya went back to her couch and stretched out her legs. “I want to see how good you are at massaging my legs. Start off now, slave.”
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