On my knees before a social sadist

1.

I decided to stay for the summer in Kyiv. After completing my first year, I did not want to return home to my small, seedy town .. of course, I liked it and all that, but now, having drunk the sweets from the life of a big city, I don’t want to go back.

My name is Zhenya, I recently turned 18 years old. In the capital I'm studying to be a translator and I'm doing very well! I did not expect that the university would be so good, because I heard a lot from older friends about how badly they teach at universities. Maybe I'm just lucky to get into a very good one? True, I did not enter the budget and the university was not a state one. My parents foresaw this, and long before that they raised money for my education. I spent the entire first year in the student accommodation, not experiencing any problems with money at all. But now, when in normal way I had to return home I decided to stay and I needed to find a job in order to pay for the student accommodation myself.

I lived in a room with two more girls, their names were Anya and Marina, both of them were three or four years older than me, finishing their bachelor's degree. I really hoped that they would also go home for the summer, but as it turned out, the girls also decided to stay, concentrating on their work. Both of them worked in some large office on one of the highest floors. They got this job recently, and I'm willing to bet they only got it for their beauty. Yes, the girls were incredibly attractive, both blondes with bright big eyes. And I'm not even talking about the body, any girl would envy such figures. By the way, I'm a lesbian myself. I have never liked men, although I do not feel any negative feelings towards them. I have a couple of boys I know and one good gay friend with whom we text from time to time. Although, to be honest, I don’t really believe that he is gay :)

- Zhenya, is it your turn to clean the room today? - Marina asked lazily, looking away from the phone. She lay on the bed.

- Oh, yes, I forgot a little, I'll start now.

- Come on now girl, otherwise Anya will come soon and then you will not have time for cleaning at all.

Umm… by the way, quite recently I started to notice very interesting tendencies in myself… How would I describe them correctly.. Here, for example, just now. Marina did not very politely told me that I should start cleaning. We weren't good friends and we didn't talk about anything very often. We were strangers who just lived in the same room, at least I imagined it myself. Nevertheless, and this was not the first time, Marina allowed herself to talk to me like that ... And, yes, I'm not some weakling who can't stand up for herself! But! Back to what I wanted to say. When Marina approached me for the first time a few days ago in this way, I immediately felt a small tickle in my stomach. I didn’t feel pain, on the contrary, pleasure began to emanate from that place, smoothly flowing lower and lower. Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about. For some reason, this appeal began to excite me. I don’t know why it started to happen right now, but as soon as I began to see some kind of injustice, rudeness with my own eyes .. something unpleasant, I immediately lost control of myself. So I decided to ask:

- What do you mean "there will be no time for cleaning"?

She looked away from the phone again in displeasure and with an expression on her face, as if "what don't you understand?" answered:

- When the three of us are here, imagine how uncomfortable it will be if you also wipe everything here and sweep. Complete lunacy. What about mopping the floors? Wash under our beds? Even now I don’t really want you to crawl here next to me, but it’s you who forgot to clean up in the morning when there was nobody.

- Really, - I said, feeling more and more aroused, - please forgive me.

Marina looked at me, not very accustomed to this behavior of mine. You see, in everyday life I am very strict, self-confident and conflicted person. I enjoy taking on challenges and solving problems. And until that moment, Marina and Anya both knew this very well, and I saw in their eyes that they did not love me very much. Perhaps that is why my last words surprised Marina. But she kept silent.

Somehow before, I could not imagine in any way that Marina would attract me sexually. Although she was very beautiful (very!), But I did not like people of her type. She was rude, violent, cruel and arrogant. I heard that she liked to play pranks and mock others at the first opportunity. But now, trying to steal a glance at her with peripheral vision, I really wanted to somehow please her. I was still a little embarrassed that she might make fun of me too, but at that very moment I wanted just that. The only thing that stopped me was that if I didn't act very wisely, it could change my life here for the worse. Marina will definitely try to use this weakness of mine to the fullest. So I figured I'd just give in a little bit for her if I could. Somewhere I’ll flatter more and all sorts of things like that. After all, for my simple, unnecessary last gratitude, I received a lot of pleasure. I also liked her reaction, but Marina still did not fully understand how much I had changed.

At that time, I was sitting and watching videos on YouTube from my laptop. After Marina's remark, I immediately got up and went into the corridor to take a broom. I liked that I quickly reacted to the words of my cohabitant and immediately began to clean up. When I returned to the room with the broom, I immediately felt a gaze on me. My roommate studied me curiously. But as soon as I got to work, she returned to the screen of her phone again.

After some time, I noticed that Marina was lying on the bed with bare feet. I think I do not have a foot fetish, but another thought aroused me. I imagined how humiliating it would be if someone like Marina ordered me to kiss her dirty feet. And they were very dirty. She walked barefoot around the room, a lot of rubbish stuck to her sole and one rather large piece of paper ... I came closer to my neighbor, continuing to sweep and said:

- I noticed some paper stuck to your foot.

Marina immediately looked at her sole and carefully tore it off. But what she did after that totally blew me away. Instead of throwing this piece of paper in the trash, she shamelessly, holding it with her two fingers, threw it on the floor right under my nose.

- You clean anyway, just sweep, - she said, ignoring me.

- Uh-huh, - I answered, bending over and picking up a piece of paper with my hand, - I'll go right now and take it to the trash.

- Umm, I don't need to know that.

- Yeah sorry.

- Pfft, - she couldn't help but laugh a little.

Barely restraining myself, I slipped out of the room and ran to the toilet. Having closed, I immediately brought this dirty piece of paper right to my nose and began to sniff diligently, imagining Marina's bare foot. Okay...maybe I have a little foot fetish... The paper was very dirty, gray, in places black from the debris that had collected on it. I examined it more carefully and realized that it was a piece from a pack of chocolates that Marina ate yesterday. For some reason, an image flashed in my mind of her holding that candy wrapper in her hand, her nails with a beautiful pink manicure. I immediately remembered the sound of how she chewed disgustingly, completely ignoring everyone who was around at that moment. At that moment, yesterday I was just translating a book that was assigned to me for the summer and it was very difficult for me to concentrate. Yesterday I hated Marina with all my heart, wishing she would go home and leave me here alone, but right now I was sniffing a dirty piece of paper that a few seconds ago was stuck to the sole of her foot along with all sorts of crumbs, dust particles and dirt. I began to sniff even harder and then it occurred to me to taste this piece of paper. I gently stuck out my tongue and ran it a little over piece of paper. There was almost no taste, I only felt dirt on my tongue. I really wanted to catch at least a little bit of her bare salty foot ...

At that moment, I heard the doors of our room open. In a panic, I hastily threw the paper into the toilet, immediately regretting it. It happened out of fear. Marina, most likely went to smoke on the balcony. I returned to the empty room. Realizing how excited I was, I hurriedly ran to Marina's bed, bending down. I took her dirty shoes out from under the bed with my hand and immediately began to sniff them. But she can come back at any moment! What did I think? As soon as I started to rise from my knees, I heard with horror that the doors were opening behind me:

- What are you doing next to my bed? - Marina asked discontentedly.

- I'm sweeping, I just reached under the bed, - I improvised, - you were just coming out and so I won't bother you with cleaning.

- Oh, right. Well, did you finish there?

- One more second.

I quickly swept near her bed and let her pass. When I walked away, I was sure that I noticed a smirk on Marina's face. When I finished with the broom, I went to the bathroom and got a mop there, wet it and began to mop the floor. All the time while washing, I did not stop throwing stealthy glances at the bare feet of my roommate. At the moment when I was again near her bed, I really wanted to kneel in front of her, and therefore again, under the pretext that I wanted to wash the floor under her bed, I knelt down. At some point, my face was a few centimeters from her feet, I even managed to catch a faint pleasant smell that emanated from them. I still didn't get up from my knees and crawled to the other side of the bed. Marina smiled and looked at me.

- What? - I asked.

- Nothing.

- I just haven't wiped it off this side yet.

- Careful with my shoes, they're out there somewhere.

- Fine.

My hand touched her shoes several times and every time I got goosebumps all over my body. I've always been a bit introverted and try to keep my distance from people in many ways. Therefore, such seemingly small moments as the hand touching someone's shoes meant a lot to me. It seemed to burst my bubble of comfort immediately. Getting up from my knees and moving away from Marina, I imagined myself as her slave .. I'm sure that a girl like her would make me work 24/7, not at all regretting it. The way she doesn't give a damn about other people, and that's what turned me on about her. In addition, I have not yet been lucky enough to develop a great sense of justice in myself, I always light up very strongly when I see some kind of dishonesty. I just can't sit back and take action right away. I wonder what happens if, at a moment like this, I try to suppress it in myself and succumb to the temptation to go over to the .. bad side?

But still, I really cherished who I am in reality. I'm not ready to make such sacrifices. I decided that I would allow myself only "small defeats" in order to gargle my nerves a little and that's it. Right now I was looking for a job and, to tell the truth, I had already found several options. It was a job as a saleswoman in various stores, mostly in bookshops. But I kept putting off the moment when I had to call and negotiate, I didn’t want to talk on the phone while someone was with me in the room. I had to go out to the balcony and talk there. A certain Yulia was recorded in the contacts. I already had a little work experience and I knew that such calls were quick and fairly painless. I listened to the beeps and looked at the landscape of the city in front of me. Everything here was so different...

- Hello? - Asked from the other side a pleasant woman voice.

- Hello, I'm calling about the job. I want to work in your bookstore, I have already sent my profile to the post office, the name is Zhenya.

- Wait a little .. - followed by a few seconds of silence, - yeah, I see. Zhenya, 18… Did you write that you already have work experience? At such a young age?

- Yes, I worked as a tutor and for several months I replaced one of my girlfriends in the supermarket.

- So, you know how the box office works?

- Yes.

- Great. First of all, we need to meet face to face. Are you free tomorrow?

- Yes.

- Then come to the indicated store at 11 am, see how everything works for us and I will show you what's what. And then we'll decide the rest.

- Okay, I'll be there.

- Great, see you tomorrow.

As I thought, everything went smoothly enough. The only problem was that this store was located almost on the other side of the city from me. I had to take the metro for almost half an hour, plus the road to the metro itself took about twenty minutes. In short, it will take an hour just to come to work ... Suddenly, I heard the doors opening behind me.

- Have you finally decided to find a job? - Marina asked, taking out a cigarette.

Oh well, I didn't know she was eavesdropping. But I think I almost didn't care.

- Well, yes, I decided to stay here for the summer, so I had to find something.

- And what did you find? - Marina asked smiling for some reason.

I suddenly felt ashamed to tell her about it.

- Uh .. a sales assistant in a bookstore ...

- Is it true? What bookstore?

- The one in the Republic (shopping center).

- Too far. You will spend a lot of time traveling back and forth. Was there anything closer?

- It's just a good salary.

- Well suit yourself.

She started smoking. I thought that it would be a good time for me to return to the room, but then the thought occurred to me how I could humiliate myself even more.

- Where do you work? - I asked, even though I knew everything perfectly.

- Oh, this is one of the newly built large offices in the city center.

I remembered one episode when I just arrived in Kyiv and decided to take a walk to the center, to see the beauties of the city. And I wandered into one of those wealthy areas where only rich people lived, there were skyscrapers all around, advertisements and all that. I remember that at that time I clearly saw the difference between the people who lived there and everyone else. Those people always held the phone to their ear, were very important and busy in appearance. It seemed that they live in some completely different world. I also saw servants there, butlers, old men in suits, who opened and held the doors of houses. In their faces, I could read features that are already more familiar to me ...

- Wow, what are you doing there?

- Oh, I'm just making sure the juniors do their jobs. I have a program there that shows who should do what. And if someone shirks, then I immediately see it. I then need to call them and ask what's the matter. In short, nothing complicated.

- And how much do you get for it?

- 60 thousand UAH. (1 624,17 $)

My mouth opened involuntarily. 60 thousand?

- How many hours do you work?

- Well, we have a 12-hour day, but they let me go earlier, I work no more than 8.

I also had to have a 12-hour day with a 3/3 schedule. But my salary at best would be 10 thousand a month. I was very saddened by such an injustice, but at the same moment some kind of trigger worked in me and I began to feel very uncomfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked again at Marina, who was blowing smoke next to me, and suddenly felt that I should be grateful for the honor of just standing next to her, as if she were some kind of celebrity. I was not sure that even after graduating from the university I would be able to earn as a translator such sums as she has now ...

- With such a salary, it is really a pleasure to live. I don't know how I ever managed without this money. Just yesterday, Anya and I went shopping and bought so many different things that most of them had to be left in my girlfriend's appartment, as they won’t fit here, - she said, turning to me, exhaling smoke right in my face, - I know what do you think, why then am I still living here in the dorm? The answer is very simple, Anya and I are raising money for a very large house, which we will move into, if everything is in order, somewhere in 3-4 months.

At first I was glad that they would eventually leave me, but at the same time I understood that I would not live alone for long, a replacement for them would be found very quickly. However, besides this, for some reason I didn’t want them to leave ... With this perversion recently discovered in myself, it suddenly became unusually pleasant for me to share a room with them. Especially taking into account the fact that from now on I was going to allow them to wipe their feet on me more frequently ...

- I see, I hope everything works out for you, - I said, already opening the doors to the exit.

- Of course it will. But, to be honest, I will miss our cleanings. It was very convenient to have a third person, in the new house we will probably have to hire some kind of maid, - she said more to herself.

I returned to the room with the thought that I would be their maid in the new house. It was a very dangerous fantasy, but it even made my knees bend. I imagined myself on my knees, cleaning the toilet, while Anya and Marina were standing next to me preparing for a party. They would put on makeup in front of the mirror, laughing at how pathetic I was along the way. I was especially turned on because I thought that this was a rightful place in a big city for a provincial like me, that I was not destined to achieve anything significant and that I would always be just a servant to various rich people. And that I should be immensely grateful for this, take it not for granted, but as my highest achievement.

2.

I hate the subway. Very noisy. Very very very noisy. At first, I could not even stand it and had to cover my ears with my hands. If I get hired, I will have to use it very often. I don't know, maybe I will need to buy earplugs?

I got off at the station I needed and went upstairs. I really liked this area, because there were almost no high-rise buildings, quite a market area, cut by many wide roads. Here I could fully concentrate on my thoughts and properly prepare for my little interview. My shopping center Republic was already visible in the distance. I passed two traffic lights and a fair amount of meters, and soon found myself in the right place. I walked through the automatically opening wide doors and started up the escalator. The mall was huge and it was very easy to get lost in it. There was a map on the Internet with all the shops inside, so it was not difficult for me to find the bookstore I needed.

The shop was small, there were few bookcases. I was even surprised that in such a huge shopping center there was such a meager bookstore. There was a girl about my age standing at the cash register, I went up to her and decided to say hello:

- Hello, I called you on the ad. You said to come meet here today.

She looked away from her phone.

- Umm.. no, I work here. Wait, I'll call.

The girl quickly dialed a number and brought it to her ear:

- Yulia, the girl probably came to you, - she turned to me, - are you Zhenya?

- Yes.

- She says yes. Uh-huh, I understand, okay, - she ended the call, - wait a bit, Yulia is already coming. Take a look at our assortment for now, learn books.

- Fine.

That pleasant itch again. Even though I addressed her with "you" (meaning "they"), she still called me with "you" (meaning singular). In addition, she had a somewhat contemptuous look towards me. I noticed her appearance and realized that she was quite attractive. Small in stature, big ass, there really wasn’t any breasts at all, but there were cute pigtails on her head. Plus she had quite a bright make-up. I looked sideways at her big ass and I really wanted to kneel in front of her and kiss her. Suddenly she took her head away from the phone and looked at me:

- What?

- Nothing. I'm just looking at the cash register.

I was very proud of how well I was able to extricate myself from such situations.

- What's your name, by the way? We will work together, - I asked.

- Nastya.

- Nice to meet you, Nastya.

- Yeah me too.

I had to wait a little longer than I expected. During this time, I managed to go around the entire store three times already, having studied the books extremely well. I thought that everything is as it should be. The lower working class like me will wait as long as it takes because they have no choice.

And Yulia has finally arrived. I don't know how old she was, but she looked very young and fresh. Despite the fact that it was the beginning of summer, it was still quite cold outside. Julia wore some unusual jacket with fur, and looking at her, I involuntarily remembered Venus in furs.

- Are you Zhenya? she asked, going behind the cash register, hanging up her jacket.

- Yes, - I nodded.

- Fine. Sorry it took so long, stuck in traffic. How do you like our shop?

- Cozy, I've already looked at all the books.

- This is good. You need to learn them well and their location. Your duties will also include the acceptance of goods, you will need to lay out new books in places, by genre, alphabetically.

- Yes.

- We've got cameras here, an alarm system, a fire extinguisher over there, behind the closet, I-

She continued talking for a very long time, telling me all sorts of useful things and my duties. How to close and open a store, what to do when the power goes out, where there is a place for taking out the garbage behind the shopping center. To be honest, there are a lot of things that I needed to remember.

- Don't worry, we will give you 2 days for paid training. Nastya will teach you everything you need, - she pointed to the girl at the cash register, - she is the senior salesman here and you should obey her in everything, you are still only a sales assistant. Oh yeah, how are you with communication? You speak normally with strangers, can you recommend any book - in other words, sell it?

- Yes, no problem. I'm great at talking.

- Fine. Let's look at sales. It will depend on them whether you will have a bonus or not. So try. All sales are recorded. At the end of the day, you will take pictures and send me the total check for the day in private messages.

She spoke very smoothly and quite harshly, all this time as if not paying attention to me at all. I began to get the feeling that Yulia was one of those who live closer to the city center ...

- I also have 4 more stores in the city, so I won't visit often. But if so, keep me posted. If there will be some minor questions, then write to Nastya, she will help. When can you go to work?

- Well, today is Friday.

- Yes, there are too many buyers on the weekend for your first day. Okay, then you go out on Monday. We work from 10 am to 10 pm. Come half an hour early to open the store, count the cash register, wipe the dust and all that. On Monday, you will go out with Nastya, she will do all this, and you carefully follow and remember her actions. All clear?

- Yes OK.

- Great. Then... you're free for today. We are waiting for you on Monday.

And, as if I didn’t exist here anymore, Yulia turned to the computer that was standing near the cash register and began to check something there. Honestly, I didn’t really like this Nastya, she gave the impression of being too arrogant. She was one of those who would hardly say an extra word to you or waste their time on you. Plus, it seemed to me that she didn’t like me for some reason and she developed some kind of personal dislike for me. But this is probably not true.

About an hour and a half later, I returned to the dorm. I was very tired, because lately I had hardly left the room. And it's such a long, long journey. My head is still buzzing from the subway. This time both Anya and Marina were in the room. I don't know why they didn't go to work, but I wouldn't have asked. I began to notice that I was a little scared to be in the same room with them. Separately, I could still somehow contact them, but when both of them, as it were, pinched me from both sides, it became very difficult. They constantly kept these evil smiles on their faces, as if they were mocking with my every movement.

- Zhenya, we have bad news for you .. - Anya said, protruding her lips indicatively, - Today our friends came into the room and one of them accidentally hooked your laptop. You shouldn't have left it open, and even on the edge of the table. In short, it fell to the floor, the sound was not pleasant. We did not try to turn it on, but look from below, there is such a big crack ...

I immediately rushed to look and saw what she was talking about. The crack was really big. I immediately tried to turn on the laptop, but it only made a noisy humming sound and would not turn on. Soon this sound also disappeared. It was broken.

- I know how much you loved to sit behind this thing, to be honest, the last week you behaved like a complete nerd, almost never going out. Look from the other side, now you will have time for other activities, - Anya continued to speak and I felt sarcasm in her voice.

- Yes, indeed, - Marina agreed.

I was beside myself with anger. I loved my laptop, I had a collection of music and movies there, more than one terabyte. I've been collecting this for several years. I am sure that with such a breakdown, the files are unlikely to be saved. Moreover, I did not really believe in some girlfriend who "accidentally" hooked my laptop. Most likely one of them did it, and I think it was Anya. She had "accidentally" stepped on my laptop charging cord several times before, when I specifically asked her to be careful. The last week, when I was sitting in the room all the time, the girls, returning from work, were always very unhappy to see me. They said: “Would you at least open the window, there’s nothing to breathe here” or “Are you really sitting here all day?”. I didn’t really pay attention to them and just kept watching all sorts of videos, sometimes translating a book. Oh yes! All my translation is gone too! It was saved only on a laptop! But I have already translated almost half, it's terrible. I'll have to start over...

- Well, - Anya continued, - say something already, is it really THAT bad?

And here again my weakness played a cruel joke with me. At any other moment, I would immediately run to the commandant and tell him everything, I would demand that they pay for the repair of my laptop and apologize. I could even try to try to exclude them from here. But now everything was different, I felt that it was increasingly difficult for me to restrain myself.

- Yes, it's bad of course. But you are not to blame. It was your friend.

- Yes, - Marina said.

- Besides, I got a job today, I can fix it in a month.

- Congratulations, I think you will manage, - Anya smiled, - no more sitting in a room!

- Yes..

- I told you, - Marina smiled, - she will survive it. How much was your laptop?

- Umm .. my parents bought it for me a long time ago and then it cost about 15 thousand.

- Oh, well, it's a trifle. I'm sure you can quickly save up for a new one. Somewhere towards the end of summer, right, ahah? - Anya could not restrain herself, - I'm sorry, Marina told me about your new job. Well, look, that's something, right? Better than nothing.

- How to say .. - Marina laughed.

They continued to mock me indirectly and the former me would have stopped this long ago. They must have also sensed that I had become a lot softer with them and decided to take full advantage of it, trying to find out how far I would let them go. Feeling how much my knees began to tremble, I said:

- And that's right, with such a small salary as mine, I will have to save a few more months. Whereas you could buy the same laptop right now for less than half the money you earn…

Girls immediately fell silent, trying to figure out if this was sarcasm on my part. But I continued to smile like a fool, looking into their eyes.

- Of course, you are absolutely right, but we don’t need such cheap things. If we needed a computer, we would buy the most expensive one, - Anya said.

- Of course, I was just talking about mine. You absolutely need a much better laptop than I have.

I could see from their faces that it was still hard for them to believe what they were hearing. It's like I've turned into a different person. I myself would never have believed that I just said these things. Nevertheless, I felt that situation was beginning to slowly escalate and it could result in any bad way for me. So I pretended that my phone was ringing and quickly left the room. This time I did not stop on the balcony, but went down to the street and sat on a bench. For the first time in a long while, I felt emotional weakness and how much I had actually changed. If I hadn't just run away, I might as well have let them do whatever they want to me. Suddenly, at that moment, my phone really vibrated. Some unfamiliar telegram number sent me a message: “Hi, this is Marina. I took your number from the commandant a long time ago, what if one of us forgets the keys or something? So, today it’s Anya's turn to clean toilet and corridor, but we urgently need to attend an event today. Look, won't you help us out? Anya said that she would be very grateful. Only this time. Anyway, you're not going anywhere today, right?".

At that moment, I really took my head in my hands. I imagined for a while that it was all a dream, a terrible dream. Reading through this message, I literally saw Marina's contented face in front of me. Cleaning the toilet usually took a very long time, plus, although it was "cleaning the toilet", but in fact it was necessary to clean the corridor and the kitchen, as well as take out the garbage. In fact, cleaning almost the whole of our block. I could not stand it and reached out with my hand between my legs. As I thought, I was very wet there. I answered Marina: "No problem. I'll do everything in the best possible way. You can go, don't worry about anything!" And at the end I added a smiling emoji. Marina only read my message, but did not react to it in any way. Mmm.. her arrogance and indifference drove me crazy. I made a huge effort on myself not to start masturbating right here on the street. Judging by the words of Marina, she and Anya were supposed to go somewhere soon. I decided not to return to the dorm until then. I don't know how long it will be, so I spent the next almost three hours in a row in the library, surfing the Internet on one of the computers there. I bitterly remembered my broken laptop. I could swear those two hyenas were laughing behind my back at my "stupidity" and wondering how they could further humiliate me.

When I saw that it was slowly getting dark outside, I immediately went home. I very much hoped that they would no longer be in the room and that I could tidy up in complete peace of mind. Of course, some part of me still wanted these two girls to watch me at the same time, commanding my actions and humiliating me, but I tried with all my might to suppress it in myself.

Luckily, the girls had already left and I was completely on my own. I took another look at my broken laptop and immediately after that the thought came to my mind: "But I'm alone in the room now!". This minute I ran this time to Anya's bed and with the thought that it was she who broke my thing, I brought one of her old sneakers to my face. The smell was terrible, but at the same time very pleasant. I closed my eyes, plunging into my twisted fantasies, completely forgetting about the world around me. I suddenly wanted to overcome all my psychological barriers, all logic and just surrender to lust and my animal desires. Just impudently begin to obey Anya and Marina, let them do whatever they want with me and thank them at the same time. Yes, I admit that I am a poor underclass, a weak-willed servant for rich and spoiled girls. I don't need any university, no higher education. I'm just a thing to use, let them do whatever they want with me.

I don't know how much time passed while I sat on my knees and sniffed Anya's sneakers. But soon the sounds of the neighbors from above brought me back to reality. I needed to start cleaning immediately if I wanted to complete it before my beloved roommates returned. I reluctantly returned Anya's shoes to their place and went into the corridor.

I especially hated cleaning the toilet because it was difficult for me to clean it from dried urine and other things. It is very unpleasant to crawl there with your hands and rub each stain for several minutes. However, I didn't really think twice about it. Marina and Anya at that time, in any way, had fun somewhere without even thinking about me, who cleaned the entire block for them. They will come home late at night, probably drunk, and will immediately go to bed in a freshly cleaned room. I will once again shake the dust from their beds and make it even softer than usual. It is unlikely that the girls will notice this .. I suddenly had a strange thought that I began to imagine them as some kind of princesses that they always deserve only the best.

Suddenly, I heard my phone vibrate on the table. I immediately ran to it, leaving everything, feeling like a little girl waiting for New Year's gifts under the Christmas tree. And, as I thought, there was a message from Marina. She sent me a photo in which they were together with Anya, holding glasses with some kind of drink in their hands and laughing right into the camera. The next message said: "Don't wait for us, we'll be there sometime in the morning. We're having a crazy afterparty here. Now that you don't have that damn laptop, you can go straight to bed without ruining your eyes (yeah, thanks, mom). Kiss you." Looks like they got drunk. But I suddenly felt suspiciously warm in my heart because even at such moments, for some reason, she still remembered me. Yes, it was pathetic enough of me, but there was nothing I could do about the way my body was now functioning.

3.

They came really early in the morning, loudly banging on doors and their bags. This immediately woke me up, but I pretended to be still asleep. They constantly giggled like little girls talking about something in a half whisper. But then one of them, most likely Anya, stood right behind me and leaned over. They probably wanted to make sure I was sleeping. I made the most realistic depiction of the sleeping person I could, and apparently they believed it. After that, they put some light object on my head near my ear (I was lying on my side), which reminded me of a wet balloon. It suddenly dawned on me that they had thrown a used condom at me! I think it was just too much! I didn't want to see some random guy cum on me. Anya continued to laugh louder and louder, especially not worrying about that might wake me up. I had no idea what I would say to their faces now if they suddenly realized that I was no longer sleeping. So, gritting my teeth, I continued to lie as if nothing had happened, in the hope that they would come to their senses and remove the condom from my head. After all, if I "wake up" and see it, then they will have to explain themselves. But I realized with horror that both of them lay down on their beds and almost immediately fell asleep, leaving me in such a humiliating position.

I lay in bed for another couple of hours until it was time to get up and go to work. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that it really was a condom stained with semen. I threw it off near my bed, pretending that it slept by itself while I was spinning on the bed. It was very realistic. At that moment, I noticed my sleeping roommates, they were breathing loudly with fumes, obviously being in a very deep sleep. I saw Anya's dirty bare feet peeking out from under the blanket and could no longer restrain myself. I very quietly approached her bed and knelt down, brought my nose to her feet and began to quietly inhale the aroma, thinking about how low I fell that I began to sniff the feet of that bitch who deliberately broke my laptop. I could hardly restrain myself from starting to kiss them, but I was still afraid to wake her up. I took out my phone and took some photos of Anya's soles. Mmm, I already imagined how I would masturbate to them at work in the toilet of the mall. Unfortunately, Marina's feet were securely hidden under the blanket and I did not dare to try to somehow free them. As a result, I allowed myself to lick Anya's STILL sweaty shoes, which were standing next to the bed, a few more times, and also to smell Marina's sneakers. Realizing that there was not much time left, I ran to work.

Maybe I should make this a regular morning practice. I will get up before everyone else and before going to work I will worship the feet of my beautiful roommates. This is very energizing before a hard day at work, I thought smiling.

When I was already at the bus stop and waiting for my bus, I suddenly really wanted to imagine that Anya and Marina had just not slept, but on purpose allowed me to humiliate myself in front of them like that. What they say now they knew everything about my secret, about my weakness. I wonder if they will remember when they wake up that as soon as they came from the party they threw a used condom on me? Damn, because I left it on the floor, now they will definitely remember it! Anyway, I just had to throw it away...

I came to work first from Nastya and sat near the closed store, waiting for her. Yulia said that we should report to her in the general chat, so I wrote that I was already there. Yulia put a heart on my message and I felt like someone patted me on the head like an obedient girl. I imagined how Yulia does it, standing next to me in her fur jacket ... "Nastya is a little late," she added. At that moment, I wanted to imagine myself at a school lesson and immediately straightened my back, put my hands on my knees and began to look straight ahead. It's a little funny, of course, but when you are driven by lust, you are ready to do anything.

Very soon, Nastya appeared from around the corner. It was amazing to see her not with her head down on the phone. She looked at me and just nodded, kind of welcoming.

- Hi, - I said.

She immediately began to open the shop with the key:

- I know people like you, - she began to say, - always trying to suck on everyone, suck up. Flattery is your best weapon. But know it doesn't work for me.

- I don't understand-

- Be silent. As long as you work here, you will always be under me. You answer me, ask me and everything else. Even if you feel like going to the toilet, don't just silently do it. You come up to me and ask. There can be a lot of customers in the store and I'm not going to be responsible for everything myself while you're chilling somewhere ...

I could not believe that I would work with such a brazen and arrogant bitch. I can easily put her in her place just by laughing in her face. I know how these people get pissed at being treated so lightly. But again, I felt a new wave of excitement and instead answered:

- I'm not like you say, let's just try to make friends. If such are the rules here, then, of course, I will report to you in everything.

- That's what I'm talking about. Just a rag. It won't work with me, I can see through your rotten insides. Just try not to get on my nerves again and I can bear you. But still I hope that Yulia will come to her senses and fire you as soon as possible. Usually people like you don't last more than the first paycheck, so I think and hope that in a month your nasty face won't be here anymore.

I smiled:

- Come on, I-

And suddenly, at that very moment, she hit me with her palm in the face with all her might:

- Don't smile at me here, whore. You don't seem to get it right, so I guess I won't say anything more. Get to work. Go walk around the store and see if all the books are straight. Rag under the table, wipe the shelves as well, while I set up the computer.

From her blow, I almost cum on the spot !! True, at first, of course, there was shock and anger, but surprisingly, I was able to suppress them almost instantly, completely surrendering to humiliation.

- But .. - I said weakly, - Yulia said that you would teach me how to turn on and run the necessary programs on the computer.

- Go first do everything I said, and then come up and I'll show you.

She acted as if she hadn't just hit me with all her might in the face. I still felt pain on my cheek like a burn. While I was leveling the books on the shelves, I continued to surreptitiously look at my offender, who was sitting at the cash register. She looked as if she had already done everything and just took out her phone, completely immersed in it. I went up to her and said:

- Look, I don't think it's right that you hit me. Don't you think you should at least apologize? I didn't hit you.

To which she only smiled and shook her head from side to side.

- I'm serious, - I continued, - this... this shouldn't happen again, okay?

- What shouldn't happen again? - she asked with a smug.

- You shouldn't hit me.

- If you act like an asshole, you'll get what you deserve for it. I'm not going to tolerate it. If you don't want to get punched in the face, act normal.

- I'm acting fine! What did I do wrong? - I freaked out, losing control of my emotions. Tears began to come out of my eyes, which had never happened before in such conflict situations.

However, at that very moment, the first customer entered the store. A woman in her forties, she said, addressing us:

- Girls, I need you to recommend me some fairy tales for my niece. Do you have good collections here?

Ughh another arrogant chicken! She looked like she was an adult version of this Nastya.

- Do you know where the fairy tales are? - Nastya asked me.

- Certainly.

- Go show her last year's collection for 310 UAH. It should fit her.

I knew exactly where this book was! I took the customer there and provided the goods. Woman looked at the cover pictures for a long time, felt the book from all sides, but in the end agreed that it suited her.

- Wrap this one for me, girl. How much do I have to pay?

- UAH 310, - I said, inwardly grimacing at the fact that she called me "girl".

Woman gave me one bill of 500 UAH. Nastya, as if she knew everything in advance, had already prepared the necessary amount of money for change. And, smiling feignedly, she sold the right book. I felt that I was beginning to feel sick from this scene, but at the same time, the excitement only intensified. These conflicting sensations just unsettled me. I suddenly just wanted to go home, not even to a hostel, but just home, to my small provincial town. Wrap myself in a blanket and fall asleep, forget about all this nightmare. I again felt my eyes begin to wet.

- Have you dusted off yet? - Nastya turned to me rudely.

- Yes.

- Leveled the books?

- Yes.

- Great. Then look carefully where and what you need to click on the computer. I won’t repeat it twice, it’s not my problem if you don’t remember it. But if you still turn out to be so stupid, then on the desktop there will be a document in which it is written in turn what and how to do.

After these vile words, she began to "teach" me, doing it as quickly and frivolously as possible. As a result, I almost did not remember anything from her words. Don't care, I thought, I'll just come first when I have my own key to the store and do everything according to the instructions she spoke about. Without too much haste and this pressure!

I suddenly thought and realized that Nastya just wanted to break me for some reason. Maybe she was jealous of my beauty? In my own estimation, I really was prettier than she was. Nastya's expression was not very attractive, too serious and passive aggressive. If she had been a little softer, she would have been much prettier.

My first day at work went like this. Nastya, at the first opportunity, tried to push me around, forcing me to do completely unnecessary things. I "leveled" books for all the time probably 10 times. The worst thing is that all this time Nastya was sitting on a chair at the computer, while I was constantly on my feet moving around the store, advising customers and "leveling" books! But the most humiliating highlight of it all was the moment when I had to ask her to go to the toilet. At first I tried to say it quite simply:

- Nastya, I'm going to the toilet.

- No, you won't, - she replied without taking her eyes off the screen.

- What do you mean?

- Until you ask properly, you will not go anywhere.

I knew perfectly well that she wanted to humiliate me even more. Although my hatred for her was strong, but the lust is much stronger. So I, making an effort on myself, said:

- Nastya, can I please go to the toilet?

- Well done. I thought you wouldn't say "please" - she smirked contentedly - okay, you can go. You have no more than 10 minutes. And you better pray that there would be no queue, because the second time in a day I will not let you go. And if you're late, I'll tell Yulia to deduct 2 hours of work time from your salary. All clear?

- Yes.

I hated her, not because she was a common bitch like millions around, but because she wouldn't even let me enjoy it! If I tried to somehow lay under her, then she immediately stopped it. I don't know what exactly she wanted from me, so I couldn't give it to her. Maybe I should try to pretend like I don't like it, put on a brave face and "oppose" her justice. Like how to be against it, but at a certain moment it is imperceptible to always give in and lose? Will have to try.

The toilet in this mall was very pleasant by the way. It had such warm purple lighting, music was played here, which played throughout the rest of the mall. I don’t know what queues Nastya was talking about, maybe it’s because it’s Monday, but there were almost no people. Toilet seat was warm, it looked like someone had already been there before me. My twisted mind began to spin the scene in my head, as if I was kneeling in front of the toilet and licking this seat ... But it was definitely already too much, I will never stoop to such a level, I am absolutely sure of it. I have always been too strongly rejected by the toilet theme purely physically, I don’t understand how people get pleasure from this ...

When I returned to the store, Nastya just came out to meet me:

- Finally, - she said angrily, - wait behind the counter, I need to move away. Try to sell at least one book in my absence. It is already evening, there will not be so many people, but it happens that someone with money can go into the store and buy some kind of expensive gift edition. Don't you dare waste this chance!

It was not necessary to push, but Nastya, passing by, nevertheless caught my shoulder quite strongly. Well, I'm finally here alone. And to my horror, it was at that moment that for some reason I wanted to go to the toilet in a big way ... I had just been there! Why didn't I want it then? I hated my body for it, but it had a way of putting me in just terrible situations.

I sat comfortably in a chair and began to endure with all my strength so as not to accidentally disgrace myself for life. Unpleasant feelings rolled wave after wave, I felt as if a storm was rising in my stomach and it became more and more difficult to endure.

At that moment, a customer entered the store. A very beautiful young girl who was dressed in gothic style. All in black, in tattoos and piercings with an attractive bob cut. She was a little shorter than me, which I immediately noticed. Girl wandered around the store for a long time, looking at books, carefully choosing something for herself. All this time, I continued to spin in my chair and pray to god that I would feel at least a little easier. As a result, the customer finally found what she needed. I was very grateful to her for not asking me for any recommendations. Girl put a book on the counter, it was a small novel by Osamu Dazai, the name of which I have forgotten, but it was one of his most popular and, as it were, his last works. I tried to concentrate on the author's name, holding back the urges in my stomach. In the end, I still successfully sold the book without further ado and was left alone in the store again.

A few moments later, Nastya also came. She had some kind of cocktail in her hand and she was talking on the phone, drinking from a straw.

- Nastya, can I please go to the toilet again? I have something with my stomach .. - I literally begged.

- Wait now, - she said into the phone, and then turned to me, - what did you say?

Oh god, I'm sure she heard the first time too:

- Nastya, I have something with my stomach .. can I please go to the toilet again?

- Were you able to sell the book?

- Yes, I sold one, but no one else came in.

Nastya went to the computer and looked at the last check.

- Wow, good job. Oh and it was this nonsense. This book has been collecting dust in a single copy for several months now. I can imagine what a nerd could buy it, - she drew attention to the fact that I was literally shaking because I really wanted to go to the toilet, and smiled, - well, you didn’t do anything wrong, so I don’t see any reason to refuse you. Just don't stay there for too long.

As soon as she finished talking, I immediately rushed to the toilet. As I sat on the toilet, my phone vibrated in my hands. Nastya sent a message: "When you finish, you will need to take out the garbage. I will show you on the map where you need to go." "Good," I replied. And, as I expected, the garbage must be taken all the way to the other end of the mall. On the one hand, it was nice to walk a little, change the environment from the musty bookstore, but on the other hand, all this time I will be dragging a huge black bag of garbage with me in my hands .. anyone who looks at me will immediately think that I am some kind of cleaning lady … Something tells me that from now on, only I will take out the garbage in this store.

When the working day ended, Nastya showed me how to properly close the store and make final receipts. I would never have thought that it was necessary to do so much all sorts of tedious accounting nonsense. It takes more than 20 minutes to close the store with all the formalities. As a result, if you add up the time that I spend on arriving here earlier and what I spend after closing, then I work not a 12-hour working day, but 13 hours plus some minutes. I was incredibly tired when I finally left this shopping center, it was already dark outside and I could barely make it to the last of the buses that was supposed to bring me to the dorm. But this is only the first day, tomorrow everything will be the same, maybe even worse, and then another day. These thoughts made me want to cry. Even the excitement is gone...

When I returned home, it looked like Marina and Anya had been asleep for a long time. I had a bite to eat and fell asleep almost immediately.

4.

I have not slept good. Marina's sonorous and very annoying laugh woke me up very early in the morning. Music from some video she was watching was playing in the background. I raised my head from the bed and drew attention to the fact that Anya at that moment herself was painting her toenails. They almost immediately saw that I was awake.

- How did you sleep? - Marina asked.

- Good, - I lied and for some reason smiled stupidly.

- We didn't hear when you came, it must have been very late? - Anya asked.

- Not really, already at 11 I was here.

- And today you will go to work again? - Marina continued.

- Well, yes.

- You're like a slave. Before you get home, you're already leaving. We're going to miss you so much, - she laughed, and I noticed that my face was reddening because of her words, although, obviously, she was just joking.

I started my normal morning routine. I had a feeling that something was wrong, but I could not figure out what it was. But at the moment when I had to leave, I could not find my phone. I reached into the inside pocket on my chest and to my horror I couldn't find my wallet there either! Where is my stuff??

At first I thought that maybe I forgot them at work. All the same, it was necessary to take off the jacket there, maybe the phone fell out? But then I carefully, without showing any sign, shifted my gaze to Anya and Marina. I thought they were pretending they didn't care. I was sure that they were touching my things somewhere. Exactly, because yesterday I went home by bus and paid from my wallet. I honestly can't remember if I had a phone with me at the time.

- Guys, have you seen my wallet and phone? I just can't find them, - I turned to them, carefully studying their reaction.

- Umm.. how do we know where you leave your things? - Marina replied irritably.

I began to get very worried. I was lucky that I had a wrist watch, the time on them showed that a little more and I would be late for work:

- Girls, honestly, if you hid them, then please give them back, otherwise I'm late for work .. - I asked.

- No, - Anya laughed, - it was not us.

I looked at them with anger in my eyes and saw that they could hardly restrain themselves from laughing out loud.

- Okay, what do you want me to do? I will do it and you will give me my things, - I said, putting my hands on my belt.

Again, I could just go down to the commandant and complain about them. Then they would have immediately given me things, but I felt the excitement take over me again. My roommates weren't stupid and were well aware that I could easily get my stuff back, but for some reason I didn't. I don't know if they knew my weakness...

- I noticed that something happened to you lately .. - Marina began, - I don’t fully understand, but you seem to have turned into a completely different person. If before you were a proud and arrogant bitch who thought that you were above all of us here only because you were sitting at your damn computer day and night, now you act as if you finally realized your true place in life.

- That's right, - Anya agreed, closing the tube of nail polish, - we like you much more like this. We would like you to continue in this role. Can you arrange this for us?

She looked at me with a very cunning and self-confident look, as if she already knew the answer to her question.

- Yes, I'll try to be what you like best, - I said weakly and with my head bowed.

- We want, - Marina continued, - that from now on you always clean our room and the whole floor, the girls from the neighboring rooms will not mind. In addition, you will also have to take care of our shoes. We will put a small locker near your bed, where we will put our shoes and sneakers from now on. I do not know when, but you will have to clean them all to a shine, it would be best to do this at night right after work, while we sleep. I think this kind of activity will instill some respect in your head for us, your superiours. Do you understand?

I looked at them and listened, but at the same time I felt as if I was very far from here, as if in a dream. I could not believe what was happening, but at that moment all fear disappeared, as if I completely surrendered to the flow and my lust. As if i convinced herself to change irrevocably...

- Yes, I understood everything: clean the room and the floor, clean your shoes, best of all at night, while you are sleeping, so as not to disturb you once again.

- Good girl! - Marina clapped her hands.

- Umm.. and now, can you please return my things to me? I'm really late for work, most likely I'm already late, my bus left five minutes ago ...

- And now about your work, - Anya got out of bed and came up right next to me, towering over me a little because of her greater height, - you should quit. We also want you to change your occupation. We have a vacant cleaner position on our floor in the office. You will have your own uniform, badge and all that, - she took out her phone and looked at the time, - it's still very early, in about an hour you will go with us to the office and we will officially enroll you in the position.

Oddly enough, the first thing I asked was:

- What will my salary be?

- What do you think? Minimum of course. Now in our country it is 7000 UAH ($190), - answered Marina.

- But with such a salary, I may not have enough money to live a month. I have to pay 4,000 UAH for a hostel and live for another 30 days on only 3,000 UAH!

- It all depends on you, if you are an obedient girl who knows her place and who will fulfill the desires of her superiours, then maybe you will get something. Small bonuses, gifts .. - Marina laughed, - we are people too, we won’t leave you .. um .. VERY hungry!

Anya stepped away from me and pulled out my phone from under her pillow. She threw it on my bed and said:

- Call your job right now and say you're quitting. We are waiting.

- And let her kneel at the same time, - Marina suggested.

- Yes, get on your knees. I want you to look at us when they pick up the phone on the other side.

I got on my knees and started dialing the number. They didn’t pick up the phone for a long time, but in the end I finally heard Yulia’s busy voice:

- Yes? I'm listening.

- Mm .. hello, this is Zhenya.

- Zhenya?

- I got a job with you yesterday.

- Oh, right. Did you want something? Just speak now, otherwise I'm a little busy. If anything, then Nastya will help you.

- Umm.. I'm calling to say that I have certain circumstances and I can no longer work for you.

- What?!

- Yes, I'm sorry it happened. I haven't submitted any documents yet, so I don't need to take anything. Sorry to bother you again, goodbye, - I immediately hung up. I didn't want to hear her get mad at me, I just didn't like such unpleasant conversations.

At this time, Anya stretched out her legs with freshly painted nails and hung them off the bed:

- Crawl here and kiss my feet several times as a sign that you accept our rules and will be an obedient girl.

I was red from what was happening now, I was again afraid to raise my eyes up from the floor, so with my head down I crawled to her bed.

- I knew that in the end we would come to something like this, - said Marina, - these are obvious things. You yourself felt that you were out of your element, right? She came from her small village to the big city, she probably wanted to achieve something there, but no, my dear, your ceiling is a service job: clean shoes, paint nails, maybe you still need to learn different massage techniques. You will see, as soon as you completely overcome your childish ideas about the world, you will immediately feel how easier it will become for you to live. I promise that at first I will even take care of you a little, hold your hand while you get used to your real role in life.

While she was saying this monologue, she smiled condescendingly all the time, looking at how I got closer and closer to Anya's feet. When I was finally in front of them, I bowed my head and kissed her soles several times. I felt that they were very cold. They must have been sweaty from sleep, and then all the sweat dried up from walking barefoot. Anya took her hand to her chest and almost moaned:

- I love moments like this.. Remember how we already put in place that Asian girl who refused to give us a pedicure after I kicked her in the forehead?

- Oh, yes, of course I remember, - Marina smiled, - she seemed to be called Lulu or something like that.

- Doesn't matter. I mean, she made a lot of herself too, until we complained to her boss. It was lucky that the boss was also an understanding girl and gladly agreed to fire this worthless asian sub human. Realistically, these narrow-eyed people are only good enough to provide us with a service and keep quiet. Continue kissing, don't stop, - she told me, and then continued, - the situation with you is a little different, of course, but you also tried to build something out of yourself, and now we lowered you from heaven to earth, welcome home, ahahaha.

Her feet smelled very strongly, she must have not washed them since yesterday. A few pieces of dust and all sorts of dirt have already stuck to my lips, but I still continued to kiss, listening to how Anya humiliates me at the same time. Marina at this time, apparently fed up with my moral decline, picked up the phone and began to correspond with someone.

- Get used to the smell of our feet, - Anya said seriously, - from now on it will be a daily practice for you, so that you don’t suddenly forget who you are and don’t jump above your head. For the next hour, you'll be kissing my feet, and ONLY kissing. I do not want to feel your tongue on my soles, you have not yet earned such a privilege. And do not sit idly by while you kiss one foot, start massaging the other.

I immediately began to follow her orders, trying to catch the expression on her face out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to fully enjoy my humiliation. But unfortunately, Anya also almost didn’t react to what they turned me into. She, too, was already almost fully engaged in her phone, smiling and typing in concentration.

For the next hour, I really kept kissing her feet all the time. My jaw was already seriously hurting and I did it literally with the last of my strength, besides, my neck also hurt due to the fact that my head had been in the same position for a long time. At that time, there were a lot of different thoughts in my head, but as soon as I began to build at least one complete logical chain, the smell of Anya's feet immediately interrupted everything else and I just gave in to lust, even feeling grateful that I was allowed to kiss her feet. Just think, if I had decided to return home to my city for the summer, then all this would not have happened ... Anya and Marina would still have moved by autumn and everything would have been as always. However, now for some reason it seems to me (and I'm not even sad about it) that there is no turning back. For all this first year of study in a different city, I never managed to make new friends, I spent all my free time in seclusion, sitting at the computer. Maybe in the depths of my soul I wanted some kind of love, some kind of romantic contact .. I just couldn’t admit it to myself, because I was ashamed. And now it happened, my life changed beyond recognition and I rushed forward without being able to put on the brakes.

- I want you to get acquainted with the whole staff of cleaners on different floors in the office, - Anya said, still not looking at me, - I want you to be with them as best friends. Most likely, they will all be at least twenty years older than you, but this will only make the situation even funnier. When you see us in the office and at the same time you are in the company of other cleaners, I always want to see on your face the stupid smile of a slave who feels great in her place. You will always have to nod your head in our direction, as if greeting, even if we do not pay attention to you. The gesture itself is quite humiliating. It’s very good that you didn’t come out tall, people like you should always be close to the ground and should always look at the rest from the bottom up…

Listening to her, I could not imagine how much hatred for me she hid all this time. Well, maybe not exactly to me, but just to poor people. She literally spat out the words like poison, gesturing with her hands. At one point, I was even a little scared to kiss her feet, because I thought that she could hit me in the face at any moment.

- Actually, I want you to apologize for being such an arrogant stupid bitch in front of us, - Anya said, removing her foot from my face, - come on, I want to hear these words from your own mouth!

- Umm .. please forgive me for being such an arrogant and stupid bitch in front of you ...

- Do you regret that you did not crawl to us on your knees earlier?

- Yes, I'm very sorry.

- Tell it in full sentence!

- I am very sorry that I did not crawl to you on my knees earlier.

Anya twisted her face, but in the end she returned her sole to my lips and I, without waiting for any commands, immediately resumed my kisses.

- But, Anya, you must agree that she looks cute when she kisses your feet, - Marina said from the side, - at least much better than that Asian before. Her face pissed me off, but Zhenya, on the contrary, likes it. It's like she was born for this, ahah, your feet really suit her!

- Stop it, they are all the same for me, - Anya disagreed, - if this one has a little cute face, then it doesn’t mean anything. She's just as ugly as the rest.

Listening to them, I felt some inexplicable trembling. For some reason, I was burning with the desire to please them, especially Anya, since she seemed more inaccessible. I wanted her to praise me for something, acknowledge me in some way… I wanted to please her… So I started kissing her feet even harder, keeping my lips on her soles longer.

- Just look how she tries, - Marina smiled, - not every servant will try so hard to please her masters. From the very beginning, Zhenya correctly set priorities and tries to do only what we can like. Am I right? - she asked, turning to me.

- Of course, I want you to always feel comfortable, - I replied.

- Pff .. - Anya could not stand it and laughed out loud.

- Oh, she will become everyone's favorite pastime in the office. I can't wait until we present it to our team, - Marina said, wiping her tears, - I'm sure the girls will appreciate our little gift.

- But don't you dare suck up to anyone too much! - Anya took my nose between her toes - you are our exclusive servant and you should always ask permission before doing something. Understood?

- Understood.

- And call me from now on Mistress.

- Understood, Mistress.

- Uh .. let her also somehow calls me then too! - said Marina, - I remembered a funny moment. Anh, do you remember that loser who paid me money so that I would let him lick my sole? The day before yesterday in the parking lot?

- Of course, - Anya answered.

- He, like, called me "Goddess"? You can call me that too, I like the way it sounds. You understood?

- Got it Goddess...

Both girls burst into laughter again at my words. I noticed how every time I said something, it came out quieter and quieter, as if I was afraid that they would hear me. I suddenly began to be ashamed of my voice ...

- All right, doggy, start packing. Go wash up and clean yourself up. Try to find something normal in your wardrobe, - Anya said, - we will leave in ten minutes. And you'd better make a good impression on our girlfriends in the office, that will determine the size of your "bonus" lol.

5.

When we left our dorm, I suddenly felt an incredible calm feeling. Everything suddenly became normal again. Anya and Marina almost did not humiliate me, they behaved like ordinary friends. We walked side by side, they talked about something, sometimes Marina even asked my opinion. Of course, we didn't walk to the subway, girls called UBER for which I paid. When we were in the car, Anya sat in front, and Marina behind with me. Being so close to her body, my heart suddenly began to beat very strongly and I got worried. I glanced at Marina, but she was too distracted by her phone. But suddenly I felt her gently put her hand on my thigh. Marina began to slowly stroke me, which caused a wave of excitement and goosebumps to pass through my entire body. It seems to me that even she felt how much I tensed up and smiled at that. Marina continued to stroke my leg completely driving me crazy, I really almost lost consciousness. It is worth noting that in addition to everything else I was a virgin and this was really my first close intimate contact. I reacted very violently to such a gesture from her. I tried to look into her face again and saw that she was also looking at me now:

- Are you cold? - she asked mockingly.

I nodded my head, unable to speak out loud. After that, Marina patted my leg several times with her hand and removed it. I felt a very strong disappointment, now fully realizing how good it really was for me when her fingers touched me.

The trip to the metro went smoothly, we were lucky to get in that period of time when there were almost no people. Although almost all the seats were free, however, Anya said that I should stand next to them while they themselves were sitting.

When we went outside, I realized that I was in one of those areas that I previously despised, areas where absolutely every person I meet speaks on the phone and does not notice anything but his own nose. I understood that I inherently hated such cold and not empathic people, but my lust played a cruel joke on me. Now I looked at all of them with only one thought: "How can I serve them?" I started to wonder if all the service personnel in the world secretly have these fetishes? Because no one in their right mind would work in such positions just like that, right?

The office building was one of the largest I have ever seen in my life, it was just like in any expensive Hollywood movie - dark blue glass, huge front doors, always with a servant who meets those who come. I really felt out of place when we started going inside. Everything was shining there .. but for some reason it reminded me of the Snow Queen's castle from the old cartoon.

- Go sit on that sofa by the window, - Anya said, - soon my personal assistant will come to you and tell you about what duties you will have. We'll go about our business, and then meet again at the end of the working day. It's in your best interests if we don't hear anything bad about you.

- Of course, Mistress.

Anya smiled at my words, which she rarely did, and after that, together with Marina, they went to the elevator. I went and sat by the window as I was told. I paid attention to the very young girls who were sitting at the reception. In all the time I've been here, I haven't noticed them doing anything other than staring at their phone screens. They had this rudeness and arrogance, already familiar to me, on their faces, but through the features one could see that they were not yet one hundred percent part of this world of luxury. Most likely, these were also students who tried to impersonate those who are peculiar to this place. Unbeknownst to myself, but I began to envy these girls painted in tons of makeup, because they were lucky not to have such a weakness as mine. I’m sure they didn’t bend their knees in front of the first girl they met and didn’t want to start pleasing her until their tongues went numb. I am sure that people like them will go far in this world, thousands of different opportunities will always be open before them. Most likely, in the near future, it will be me who will bring them coffee and kiss their feet at the first command ... And here it is again! Because of these thoughts, I did not want to delay it for a very long time, but to approach them right now and offer to give a foot massage. I'm sure their small, sweaty feet are very tired of being closed in shoes in this heat. I'm sure none of these girls would also mind if I paid for their cold drinks, there's nothing strange about that, just a friendly gesture. I'm sure they get requests like this every day. Ughhh.. they are way prettier than I'll ever be, and it's not about their appearance, it's just about the energy that comes from them, their charisma, their self-confidence. People like them will always lead people like me with condescending smiles on their faces.

- Aw, so you're our new cleaning lady on the 17th floor?

I jumped up in fear. Right next to my ear, leaning next to me was a young girl, smiling broadly, showing off her perfect white teeth.

- Umm.. yes, it's me, - that's all I could squeeze out of myself.

- How pretty you are! I just can't restrain myself looking at you! That short bob haircut, dark hair, simple, cute clothes. You are very, very pretty little thing!

- T.. Thank you ... - she put her hand on my shoulder.

- Don't worry too much, everything will be fine. Just trust me, okay?

- OK…

She smiled broadly again, and only now did I discern all the terrible insincerity in her smile. She was like a girl from an advertisement. Nevertheless, she sat down opposite me on the sofa and put a folder with some papers on the table.

- Well, let's have a little interview, shall we? - she suggested, - I know that you were told that you will already work for us one hundred percent. And you will! Don't worry! I just want to know a little more about you, you know, to give you color and background! I don't want you to be another gray mouse like all those cleaners from each floor... No! You will be our little Cinderella, obedient beautiful girl who will decorate our office, okay?

- Of course, I will do my best! - Her "positive" energy began to infect me. As it was before with Anya, I suddenly wanted to please this girl too.

- Awww.. - she touched her face with her hands - well, aren't you just gorgeous?.. Well, for starters, I know that your name is Zhenya, nice to meet you, you can call me Miss Greyley. Well, come on, try it!

- Umm.. yes, Miss Greyley...

- Look at my shoes.

I looked down at her feet and repeated what I had said earlier. I didn't know if she wanted me to look away, so I just kept looking.

- We love obedient girls here, you are a great fellow! You can look me in the eyes, but when you talk to your superiours, you should always look at them no higher than knees, is that clear, honey?

- Yes, Miss Greyley.

- Fine. Tell us a little about yourself, Anya said you were from a small town, right?

- That's right, Miss Greyley, - I repeated like a robot while nodding my head.

- You don't want to go home, do you? Annoying mom and dad is very bad. You must be independent and responsible. I know that from now on Marina and Anya manage your finances and you better not anger them once again, because it is in their power to completely destroy you, do you understand that? Working here is a chance for you to stay afloat, so try and do everything in your power to stay here. You will have a friendly team of cleaners. Of course, all of them are not as beautiful as you and are much older than you, but I'm sure that you can find a common language with them.

- No problem, I'm good at getting along with a variety of people.

- Great, I'm not asking you if you have a good understanding of what a good cleaning should look like, because our workers will show you this. Try to learn everything from them as quickly as possible, because tomorrow you will start working here fully. Today you just get to know everyone, make friends, others will look at you. Always smile if one of the superiours suddenly pays attention to you. For a beggar like you, that's the greatest honor, got it?

- Yes, Miss Greyley.

- Fine! - she clapped her hands, - and now a sudden check! You must react quickly! Now kneel before me and kiss my hand. - She extended her hand in front of me.

I stood up and followed her orders. Her hand was very clean and warm, my lips were pleased to touch it.

- Well done! I can see in your eyes that you are a rare breed! So obedient and eager to please! I think we will make friends very easily, - she reached for a folder with papers, - here you will need to fill in all the information about yourself, as in a regular job. I have things to do now, so I won’t wait for you, you will do everything yourself. Once you're done, take it all to the girl at the reception and tell her that you need to go to the second floor. She'll take you to our head cleaning lady, who'll fill you in already. Did you remember everything?

- Yes, Miss Greyley.

- Clever! - she got up from the couch, - good luck in a new place!

With these words, she turned around and was about to leave, when I suddenly said:

- I am very grateful for the opportunity. I promise I won't disappoint you! The whole floor will shine after my work!

At this moment, Miss Greyley bit her bottom lip slightly, smiling.

- Not only the floor, Zhenya, you will also need to wash the toilets. There are a lot of them and they take a certain amount of time. You won't have a problem with crawling on your knees a little on the dirty and cold floor in the toilets, will you? You can handle the smell, right?

- Um, - I showed my insecurity a little, - I will try very hard, I'm sure that I can get used to everything quickly. I am very adaptable, cleaning the toilet won't be a problem for me! If needed, I can be the exclusive toilet cleaner! - why did i said this???

- Even so? - continued to smile Miss Greyley (I think that she was holding back so as not to laugh), - I definitely underestimated you. You did a good job with the "exclusive toilet cleaner", we'll have to think about it more seriously. The rest of the cleaners just hate cleaning toilets.. I'm sure they will be very grateful to you if you take this part of the work entirely on yourself. I'll write it down, Zhenya. Thank you for such an initiative!

She looked into my eyes a little more, as if enjoying my humiliation, and soon left in the direction of the elevator. My gaze immediately fell on her elastic ass in a stylish miniskirt, and then even lower, I watched and listened as her white heels clicked sexy. It seemed to me that for all the time of our conversation with her, the smile never left her thickly painted lips. For some reason I thought: "I will never become as beautiful as she is." I noticed that more and more often I began to underestimate myself in almost every respect compared to any more or less attractive girl. I deliberately began destroying my self-esteem.

Well, it's time to put everything into practice. I felt as if I was leaving my entire life behind, filling in information about myself on the papers Miss Greyley had left me. Soon I will officially be a part of this huge office.. a small, inconspicuous part... I will most likely spend most of my time at dirty toilets, kneeling, wiping dried piss. At this moment, one of the girls at the reception laughed out loud, showing something to her friend on the phone. I suddenly felt very sad that I had never had such an experience. I would also like to share something funny or beautiful with someone, to talk about something outside of some obvious contexts that lead only to profit.

I finished filling out all the necessary paperwork. My mood dropped a little and, in order to keep myself normal, I quietly put my hand under my skirt under the table. If I get excited enough, then all the unpleasant thoughts will immediately disappear from my head! After that, I went up to the girls at the reception and one of them, giving me a contemptuous look, took me to the second floor. We didn't use the elevator, but went through at first inconspicuous gray doors marked "staff". When I went inside, the girl who led me remained outside:

- Umm.. sit down somewhere and wait. I will call Alina, the head cleaning lady and the person to whom you will report everything from now on.

She closed the door in front of me and I heard the sound of her heels moving farther and farther away. I found myself in one of those inconspicuous gray rooms where no one likes to stay too long. There were lockers with clothes, mops, brooms and things like that. There was a low oblong bench, on which I eventually sat down. It reminded me of the locker room from the school we were in before PE. It always stank of sweat and was very crowded. I think it will be the same here.

I thought that I would have to wait longer, but very soon the front doors opened and a woman of about forty or even more entered the room, it was hard for me to say. I immediately did not like her at first sight, she was fat and with an angry expression on her face. A typical cleaner in some low-grade diner. I was very surprised, because I thought that I would not meet such people in such a place. She didn’t even greet me, she immediately sat down at the table that stood nearby:

- Do not be sitting while I'm in the room, give me your papers, - she ordered and I handed her the folder that I held in my hands.

She began to look at them carefully, writing something in her journal. It took a good twenty minutes and I was forced to stand just like that, studying the walls the whole time. I didn't want this woman to catch my eye on her. Finally, she closed her journal loudly and took a deep breath.

- I am aware of your "situation", so I will have you on a short leash. Your pretty eyes will not affect me, you will work like everyone else. I will train you so that calluses will appear on your frail, white hands. Get ready for this. Today you don't have to work, but somehow I don't care, you will work today under my supervision. Get your ass up and go to locker 6, your uniform will be there.

I silently and automatically began to do what she said. In fact, she suited me perfectly as a boss, given my weakness for dominant women. Due to the fact that I had no external sympathy for her, I was even more excited by the thought of how I would obey her.

In the locker was a hideous-looking blue denim uniform with large kangaroo pockets on the stomach.

- Put it on over what you're wearing now, - she said, closely following my movements.

I got dressed and carefully looked at her. She confidently met my gaze.

- As you have probably already heard, my name is Alina, but you will only address me as "Mistress", and nothing more. It's clear?

- Yes Mistress.

- Great. I need to see with my own eyes how you work. I was told about you just before I wanted to go to the bathroom. Already sitting on the toilet, I thought about how not to flush after myself and see how you would clean up in this stink. So let's go, the toilet is on this floor, I have the key, I'll lock us in the middle and keep a close eye on how you manage to be.. umm.. obedient girl?

- Yes, Mistress, I can be an obedient girl.

She smiled back, but her smile was more like an evil grin. I already felt uneasy, a very unpleasant feeling ... To myself, I will still call her Alina, I really don’t like this “Mistress” ... Alina led me along, it seemed to me that this toilet would be the farthest room on the floor, because we had to walk really a few minutes. But all this time, Alina led me through empty corridors, which were used only by people like us ... We walked in silence, hearing only the sound our shoes made when they touched the floor.

When we came to the right toilet, Alina let me go ahead, and then immediately followed me, locking the door with a key. As soon as I went inside, I literally immediately felt a terrible smell that came from the booths. This Alina is definitely unhealthy if she wants to smell it too, being here with me ...

Suddenly, I felt her slowly put her hand on my neck and began to stroke. I quickly turned my head towards her and saw how much her look had changed. She was like drunk, drunk with lust… This woman was definitely a pervert and possibly dangerous…

- Well, well, don't worry so much ... Why such a frightened look? - she asked, - I will not hurt you, kitten, just be an obedient girl for me, as you said, and we will definitely make friends. I like you, so don't disappoint me. Why are you silent? Say something baby...

- Umm.. of course, Mistress, I will be an obedient kitten for you.

- Aw… - she could hardly restrain herself, I swear, I saw saliva come out of her mouth, - you are just a little treasure! You remind me so much of my little niece...

She opened her mouth and I saw teeth black from caries inside. She began to approach, obviously wanting to kiss me. All excitement immediately left my body and I wanted to break free and run away, but I remembered why I was here and why I did it. For some reason, it was Anya's face that appeared in my mind and I imagined that I was doing all this only because of her, as if after all this nightmare some incredible reward would await me. So I went ahead and took a kiss from that old pervert. I was immediately overwhelmed with an unpleasant smell, taste and all possible unpleasant sensations. For the first time, I felt what it was like to be raped. Alina began to chaotically grabbing my whole body, especially my chest, she squeezed my nipples very hard. Then her hands went down to my ass and pussy. She started masturbating and squeezing my buttocks.

- Such a delicious little girl, all alone in the terrible world of adults. Don't be afraid, I will help and take care of you like my own. Mmm .. what a sweet little tongue you have ... Are you a virgin?

- Yes, Mistress, you are my first ...

Suddenly she stopped the kiss and began to kneel. She reached her face right up to my panties and started sniffing them very noisily. She was breathing so fast that it seemed to me that she would soon lose consciousness. After that, Alina began to lick my pussy through my panties.

- Mmm .. I want to save it for later, I like to delay the pleasure. I want you to sweat after hard work, after long hours of washing the toilet and then come to me to report on the work done. That's when I will lick you clean, you will only smell of me, wear my smell. Do you want it, huh?

- Y-yes, I really want to, Mistress…

She continued to kiss me between my legs for some time, but soon she stopped just as quickly, as if curbing herself and taking in her hands. Alina got to her feet again and straightened her wrinkled clothes:

- Well, it was a good first acquaintance. Your task is to completely wash this toilet, a mop and rags are in one of the booths. I'll lock you in here for the next two hours. After that, I'll come back for you and check your progress, you understand me?

- Yes Mistress.

- Great. Do a good job and if I like the result, then, so be it, I'll let you go for today. Miss Anya wants to see you this afternoon, you will need to go up to her floor, - she sighed heavily, - get to work, Zhenya.

She straightened her clothes once more, looking into one of the mirrors, and left the closet. I heard her turn the key twice, locking me in here for the next two hours...

And now I'm left alone with this disgusting smell. Although I hated the toilet theme with all my heart, but apparently just because of this, I subconsciously wanted to be closer to it. That is why I am now where I am. Nobody pulled me by the tongue, I did it myself. I decided to make it even worse and began to inhale this stink to the fullest. With each new breath, I felt how my pussy began to get wet more and more. I fell to my knees and began to masturbate very quickly, feeling how the orgasm was getting closer and closer. The thought of how pathetic I had become after just a few days, although very sad, was even more exciting. Here I am, sitting locked in a closet, smelling the feces of some disgusting old woman while masturbating on the cold and dirty floor... It sounded like a terrible dream and not true.

However, I did not allow myself to cum, even though I really wanted to. I gathered my strength and got to my feet, took everything I needed for cleaning and began to wash the floors and toilets. I never liked cleaning, so I probably didn't get it right the first time, but after some 30 minutes I was almost done with everything. I immediately washed off what Alina left behind and after a few minutes the unpleasant smell almost disappeared. I sprayed the air freshener and cleaned each of the stalls. I deliberately knelt in front of each of the toilets, imagining how just recently some pompous office personal assistant was sitting there. In my fantasies, I kissed her feet ...

Once the entire toilet was cleaned and the arousal was gone, I was back to normal. The realization immediately came over me that I had just kissed an old pervert and let her lick me between my legs. Moreover, it was not the end yet and she would continue to use me for a long time to come. I literally became her sex slave... I began to think about Alina in this way, imagining her in a more intimate way. I started thinking about her feet, yes .. no matter how ugly the girl is, it will always be her feet that will excite me, for the rest, I can at least not care. In order to somehow overcome my disgust for her, I decided to continue to think only about her soles, that is, to think about the only thing that could excite me in her ...

How humiliating and unfair it was ... I closed myself in one of the booths and sat waiting for Alina to return and open me so that I could finally go and meet Anya ... Maybe I can somehow beg her to rescued me from my very sad situation? I noticed that Marina found me less and less interesting for herself, while Anya's eyes more and more often lit up when she saw me. Once I'm in her office I'll try to do everything in my power to somehow seduce her or something like that... I think I'm ready to endure any bullying from her.. Everything is better than that what I have right now...

6.

It seemed to me that Alina returned earlier than she spoke. She carefully examined the way I cleaned up and, it seems to me, that she was pleased. Of course, she did not miss the moment to once again put her hand on my ass or on my chest ...

- Go to the elevator and go up to the 17th floor. Don't take off your uniform, so you won't have any questions. Go with your eyes downcast and don't talk to anyone first, okay?

- Yes Mistress.

- Leave your panties here. Take them off right now.

I hesitated a bit and noticed how Alina's expression was getting angrier. I understood that somehow it was pointless to argue with her. I took off my panties and put them in her hand.

- Good girl. Now go.

She opened the door for me and I finally got out of this terrible toilet. I got so used to the smell that now I felt like I was in a forest after the rain. Due to the fact that I was naked under the skirt, I was on my guard all the time, holding my hands down and afraid of the slightest breath of wind. I went into the elevator, I was lucky to go alone and for the whole long journey of 17 floors no one ever came to me. The elevator doors opened and a completely new and unknown world opened up before me as well. The smells, the temperature of the room, the sounds have changed ... I took the first step uncertainly and looked around, it was rather empty, only in the distance I could see slowly walking people, mostly women. For all the time here, I almost did not have to see men, which I was glad about. But now I was confused, because I was not told where in fact to go after I arrived on the 17th floor. I was also forbidden to be the first to speak to anyone I might meet here. Because of this, I had to spend more than twenty minutes to finally find a tablet with the name and surname of Anya. The door was black and very intimidating. It was truly amazing for me that Anya had her own office ...

I knocked:

- Come in! - I heard from there.

I opened the door and Anya immediately looked up at me, looking away from the computer. She smiled broadly.

- And there she is! It's our cute little toilet duck! - she laughed, - how is your first day at your dream job? Be honest, do you like cleaning toilets? I think you are very grateful for this opportunity, this promising job, right?

- Of course, Mistress.

- Just look at her! You didn’t even forget how to speak properly!

I suddenly realized that I couldn't complain to her about anything right now. If I start complaining to her, then I will cause her unnecessary anxiety and discomfort, and I do not want to be a source of discomfort for my Mistress. I decided to swallow all the unpleasant things that happened to me today and said:

- Thank you Mistress for such a great opportunity. The toilets in this building will now be the cleanest in the world!

She pointed to a place on the floor in front of her, she must have wanted me to sit opposite her. I immediately took the right position on my knees and crawled to her as close as possible.

- What happened to you? - she asked, - it's only been a few hours, but I can already see how much you have changed, as if a completely different person. I didn't remember you like that...

It seemed to me that I heard notes of sadness or .. rather, disappointment in her voice.

- Mm .. I had one episode, but I did not want to make you uncomfortable and talk about it.

- This is right of course, but now I want to hear what happened. I promise not to feel that much discomfort, ahah, - she leaned over to me, putting her hand on my head and began to slowly pet me like a puppy.

- The main cleaner named Alina harassed me in the toilet today. She hugged me all over and pushed her lips between my legs ...

- And? What's the problem?

- It affected me quite a lot and put me in an absolute stupor for some time. I had a panic attack.

- Don't take a little tenderness from your boss so seriously. In fact, as I understand it, she didn’t even do anything to you. So, touched a little and kissed. It's okay, it's the same as if your own mother had not seen you for a long time and wanted to hug you very much, lol, do you have a mother?

- Yes, Mistress.

- Here you go. Imagine your dear mommy next time and everything will be fine. Because if you continue to break down over such trifles, then I will have to replace you, and I'm not just talking about your place in this job. Replace in real life, because you understand that the situation now is such that you completely belong to me and Marina .. although Marina is not very interested in you, she quickly got tired of you, lol, - she stopped stroking me and layed back on the chair, - however, I saw something in you, I liked your rather rare "smart look" lol. Even though you're trying to build a complete whore out of yourself, but I see through everything - how many different thoughts pass through your little head in a second. Am I right?

- Yes, Mistress, you are absolutely right. Everything is as you say...

- You can continue to play your role, I like it, it cheers me up, and cheering me up is your main task in life. So from now on, prioritize correctly.

- Yes, Mistress. I will do everything in my power.

Anya suddenly hit me with the toe of her foot right in the chest, I could not restrain my emotions and twisted my face a little.

- Are you hurt?

- A little, Mistress.

- And now?

She hit in the same place, but much harder, she completely tensed her body and from her blow I was even thrown back and I fell to the floor.

- It hurts a lot, Mistress. - My voice broke and I sounded rather pitiful.

- It's very good, Zhenya. I love hurting you. When we get home, you will have a little workout before going to bed, I will need to blow off steam and teach you new permanent practices, - she put the soles of her shoes right up to my lips, - lick and thank me for the opportunity to eat the dirt from my shoes.

I started licking, gulping down pieces of debris and dust that stuck to her sole along the way. I also didn't forget to thank her for that. Anya closely watched how the expressions on my face changed and from some of them she smiled noticeably, she was amused by my suffering. I felt a pleasant warmth in my body when I realized how much attention Anya pays to me and that most likely in the future this will happen less and less.

- I would like to keep you here on a real leash, tie you right to my table like a dog, so that you would lick my sweaty feet for hours, - she said, squeezing my tongue with her foot, - but unfortunately I can’t do that.

- You can tie me to your dorm bed and I will lick your feet before and after sleep..

- Great idea, Zhenya! - the way she pronounced my name caused a strong trembling in my body, - let's do it, you will be my obedient dog. You're studying to be a translator, right?

- Yes Mistress.

- Then you will have to learn dog language, because you will only communicate with me in it. Woof-woof and gaf-gaf, with different intonations, enthusiasm and everything-everything-everything. I want to see a happy and loyal dog.

- I will be the best dog for you.

- Maybe I’ll even let you touch my bare feet with your tongue?

- Really?

- Yes. Imagine how wonderful that would be, right? Licking your mistress's bare, sweaty feet... Mmm... that's a lifelong dream for freaks like you. For now, however, this is just a dream. You have to go from licking shoes, then socks, then pantyhose, and even then, maybe I will let you touch my bare foot with your tongue. Remember, you've already kissed it, but kissing doesn't get as high as tongue licking, right?

- Yes Mistress. This is completely different.

Anya strongly scratch her sole off my tongue and removed her foot down. I thought I could taste blood in my mouth. My lips trembled involuntarily.

- Oh, it was very painful, am I right? - Anya asked.

I just nodded positively, unable to answer.

- Swallow the blood, you stupid slut, swallow your own blood mixed with garbage from my soles. This is your lunch for today, - she laughed loudly, - in short, did you understand how things are with you and me? Your main task is that I would not be bored. After all, as soon as you start to bother me, our conversation will be short.

- Yes, Mistress, I understand perfectly. I will be the most pleasant entertainment for you.

- You better try, you poor slut. It's a matter of life and death for you, lol.

Anya got up from her chair and went to stand before the open window, she took out a cigarette from her pocket and began to smoke slowly, looking into the distance. From time to time she turned her head in my direction and measured me with a blank look. I decided to take the initiative in my own hands and began to confidently crawl in her direction, Anya watched my actions with interest. When I was close enough, like a real dog, I began to rub my head against her leg. I was pleased to touch her and I really enjoyed it, it seemed that shame had completely left me and I could do anything. To my happiness, Anya did not push my head away, but allowed me to continue rubbing against her leg.

- I love to put fools like you in their natural place. If you, servants, were taught to read and allowed to use the Internet, this does not mean that you have become people. You, as you were slaves, dumb-headed peasants, have remained so. The big city will forever be something unattainable for you. Keep dreaming and make life easier for people like me. You don't have a right for happiness, you don't have a right for comfort, you don't have a right for freedom. The world is trying to change, but the instincts that we have planted in you for centuries have remained. There is nowhere to run from this. If I want, I will erase all your knowledge that you have worked so hard to obtain. I can make a dumb sick fool out of you that can't put two and two together just to prove myself right. Just because I can do it and I won't get anything for it.

Where her thoughts went afterward frightened me very much. Anya talked about really dark things, it seemed that the law was not written for her and she could break it at any time. Anya was a real sadist and got real pleasure from what she did with me ...

She threw her cigarette out the window and roughly pushed me away with her foot.

- Go back to Alina and ask her to give you a job. If she says to clean the toilets in the whole building, then you will do it, you understand?

- Y-yes, Mistress, - I replied with obvious fear in my voice.

- Well then, get out of here, don't sit on my carpet.

I did not dare to stand up and just crawled on all fours to the exit. I opened the door and, already in the hallway, got to my feet. Lucky no one paid attention to me. Lowering my head, I followed back to the elevator, where I still did not meet a single person. I went down to the second floor and suddenly felt a strong fatigue coming from nowhere. The whole body suddenly began to hurt very badly ... Anya, most likely, had already called Alina and she was sitting in her room, waiting for me. I roughly imagined what would be waiting for me now. I will have to go through something terrible and unfair again. I felt as if I was going straight to the scaffold of my own free will.

But no matter how bad everything was, I was still very pleased and aroused by the thought of such great attention to my person. I knocked and went into the room where Alina was sitting.

- Mistress, on the 17th floor, I was told to ask you if there is any other work for me?

Alina looked at me in surprise, but then her expression changed into a satisfied smile.

- No, there is no work for you yet, but I'm sure that you want to please me in some other way, right?

- Yes Mistress.

- I wonder what's on your mind, speak.

- Well... I can give you a foot massage.

- Umm.. no. I don't need this. I want more from you kitty.

- I can lick your feet…

- Last try, Zhenya. If you don't guess the third time, then I'll tell Anya that you refused to work.

At this point, I started to panic:

- Umm.. I... I can lick your ass...

- No, I - but wait a minute ... I didn’t want this from you, but I just thought that this would also be quite suitable for myself. But I must warn you, ahah, not only have I not washed in three days, but also, as you already know, I went to the toilet this morning. My hole itches all day, I hope your tongue will be a great brush, ahah.

She pulled out a chair in the middle of the room and started taking off her skirt and panties. To be honest, I got a little excited when I saw her very big ass. She was very tasty in appearance ... Alina sat on a chair, sticking her ass back and leaning on the back of a chair with her hands.

- You can start, but do not rush. Smell first, and then I'll tell you when it's time to lick, - she said, laughing.

I walked over to her and sat on my knees. Bringing my face closer and closer to her anus, I slowly began to feel an unpleasant smell. I expected that I would feel bad, but it turned out the opposite, it began to excite me. I sniffed more and more vigorously, touching her pink hole with my nose.

- Didn't expect that you like it so much, huh? My ass has brought many girls to their knees before you, and will do more after. I want you to try and stick your little nose in as deep as you can and start moving it up and down.

- Yes, Mistress, - I answered, but it seems to me that almost nothing was heard from under the bottom of my voice.

I began to follow her instructions and immediately felt my nose begin to get wet from her sweat. But worst of all (or better?) was how much the unpleasant smell from Alina's buttocks intensified. It was so contagious that it seemed to me that I would never wash it off, as if it stuck to my face forever.

- If you want to work here and I will be your boss, then you will need to get used to always walking around with a brown nose, if you know what I mean, ahah, - she said and I felt her hand on the back of my head, - dive deeper, Zhenya, breathe in and enjoy your new place in life. This ass in front of your nose will become your new daily reality and a lot will depend on whether you can handle the proud title of "butt licker"!

I tried to concentrate on her words, but gradually sank into some kind of trance, as if a drug was pouring into my head and I seemed to be drunk. I really couldn’t control myself, my body was getting hotter, my heart was beating faster and excitement, lust took over me. I said:

- Mistress, I really want to lick your ass, please allow me to do this ..

- Do you really want to lick Mistress's ass that bad? - she asked, smiling.

- Yes, Mistress, I really want to lick your ass.

- Hmm.. well, I guess you deserve that kind of honor… Get your naughty tongue out and get to work!

- Thank you, Mistress!

When my tongue touched her anus, it was as if I was transported to another world. Everything that was around suddenly ceased to exist and I concentrated completely on my task. I dreamily closed my eyes and sucked on Alina's dirty hole. I thought that she really was in the toilet this morning .. how could I sink so low ...

- I bet that before you went to university in a big city, you never thought that you would end up here on your knees, licking the ass of an office cleaner?

I mumbled something back but don't remember what.

- It's even better, - Alina continued, - I like to liberate innocent girls, then they serve much better than everyone else. You will became very devoted.

She again took my hair with her hand and pressed my head into her ass crack.

- Oh, yes, little slut, lick everything clean in there. Stick your tongue in deeper...

I began to melt in the midst of lust and plesure began to outweigh the scales. I tried to drive away all negative thoughts and concentrated on my task, plunging my mind into darkness.

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(One year has passed)

I was very grateful to Mistress Anya for everything she did for me. Best of all, she forbade me from having any connections other than her. I no longer had friends, acquaintances or parents. I had only Mistress Anya and those whom she allowed me to look at. I didn't often see other people. Miss Marina moved out almost as soon as we moved into our new home. I don't remember the last time I was outside. I often get dizzy from not getting much fresh air, but Mistress Anya says she likes it when I look so weak and pale, it makes me "more like a slave". She burned all my official papers and cut off the tendons in both my legs, now I could only crawl on my knees. At first it was so terrible that I thought I was going crazy. I have never panicked so much in my life, been so angry at anyone. I must have had some kind of nervous breakdown. But then came the realization of my powerlessness and I somehow accepted it all. I had no desire for revenge. I must have had something slavish in me long before I met the Mistress, but now she showed it in me. I am grateful to her for allowing me to live in her service. I have never experienced such happiness. The best thing for me is when by my actions I am able to bring a smile to the face of my Mistress. I don't care what type that smile will be.. sincere, angry, mocking. Anything is better than indifference. I am still very young and my rebellious nature has not completely subsided in me, my head is still sometimes visited by thoughts of escape or freedom, but my inability to walk played a very large role in what I would do nothing. All my miserable attempts ended in a physical inability to do anything. Lately, I've also started noticing that gray hairs have started to appear on my head... that nervous breakdown must have damaged my mental health quite a bit.

As for the Mistress, she, unfortunately, did not keep her half-promise. For all the time I was never allowed to touch her bare feet with my tongue. What's more, now she wouldn't even let me kiss them. I licked her shoes all the time, that was the maximum. In other words, I just became a very real slave with almost no sexual rewards. I expected Mistress to put a chastity belt on me, but she once said that it amuses her when she thinks about how pathetic I look, trying to somehow please myself, masturbating on the floor, dreaming of some bodily contact with her... Yes.. probably I still haven't got rid of my hatred for Mistress Anya, but I'm on my way to it. When I can completely erase my own "I" or ego, then, perhaps, real happiness will come.

Can not wait.