Eliza's New Foot Slave: Part 2 - Bonus
Eliza, the young and beautiful slave, returned to her new role with a sense of determination etched on her face. In the previous video, she had made it clear that she was now her master's foot slave. However, the man still refused to obey her commands.
The following day, as Eliza entered the room, she noticed that her master was sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on her. He didn't speak, but his gaze told her everything she needed to know. She walked over to him, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
"Good morning, sir," she said softly, looking down at her feet. She had decided to wear sneakers today, knowing that they would make her feel more powerful when she stepped on him.
"You missed the memo, didn't you?" he growled, his voice filled with anger.
Eliza bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. She hated seeing him like this, but she knew that she had to be strong.
"I'm sorry, sir," she whispered, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
He stood up suddenly, his face contorted with rage. He took a step towards her, and before she knew what was happening, he had slapped her across the face. The shock on her face turned to pain as she felt the sting of his hand against her skin.
"You disobedient little slut," he spat, "Do you really think you can just walk back into my life after what you've done?"
Eliza winced, feeling the red handprint on her cheek. She looked down at her feet, feeling shame wash over her.
"No, sir," she said softly, "I don't think that. I'm sorry."
He grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her closer to him. He lifted her sneakered foot off the ground and placed it on his face, holding it there for a moment before letting go.
"This is what you are now," he said, his voice cold and hard. "You are my foot slave. You will obey my every command without question. Do you understand?"
Eliza nodded slowly, her heart racing. She knew that this was just the beginning.
The man stepped back, releasing her arm. He motioned to the floor, indicating that she should kneel down. She hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told.
"Kiss my feet," he commanded, his voice harsh.
Eliza closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She lowered her head, her lips brushing against the rough surface of the floor. She pressed them gently against his foot, feeling the warmth of his skin against her lips.
She waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. She lifted her head slowly, looking up at him. His eyes were hard, but there was a glint of approval in them.
"You have a lot to learn," he said, his voice softening slightly. "From now on, you will crawl to my feet and kiss them every time you enter this room. Do you understand?"
Eliza nodded, a sense of dread filling her. She knew that this was going to be much harder than she had ever imagined.
"Good girl," he said, smirking. "Now get up and start serving your purpose."
Eliza stood up slowly, her knees wobbling slightly. She looked down at her feet, feeling embarrassed by her new role. But she knew that she had no choice.
As she began to serve her master, she couldn't help but think about the videos that had been taken of her. She knew that they would be used to humiliate her further, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The day dragged on, and Eliza found herself growing increasingly tired and sore. Her body ached from being in the same position for so long, and her mind was filled with a constant stream of self-doubt.
Despite everything, she tried her best to obey her master's commands. She knew that if she didn't, the consequences would be even worse.
As the sun began to set, Eliza's master finally released her. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking from exhaustion. She looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction.
He stared at her for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Tomorrow," he said finally, "you're going to learn to love being my foot slave."
Eliza shivered, fear coursing through her veins. She knew that this was just the beginning of her torture. But she also knew that she had no choice but to obey.
