Beatrice and Victoria sat down on the plush spa chairs, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They were goddesses in the world of foot worship, and today, they had an "honorary" spa master to attend to their every whim. Slave avril had been chosen for this role, but little did she know that she was about to receive a lesson in humiliation unlike any other.
As she knelt before them, averting her eyes respectfully, Beatrice unbuckled her high heels and kicked off her shoes, revealing perfect, manicured feet. Victoria followed suit, revealing her soft, powdery soles to avril's eager gaze.
"Begin, slave," commanded Beatrice, leaning back in her chair.
Avril hesitated for a moment before approaching them timidly. She knelt between the two goddesses, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out to undo the first zipper of Beatrice's dress. As she worked, she could feel the eyes of the goddesses burning into her back, making her tremble with fear.
Finally, she managed to undo the zipper and pulled the dress down, revealing a pair of delicate white panties. She hesitated for just a moment too long, and Victoria's stern voice cut through the air.
"What are you waiting for, slave?" she asked, her tone icy.
Avril's face flushed with shame, but she quickly removed the panties, revealing Beatrice's smooth, perfect skin. As she did so, she couldn't help but wonder how she had ever thought she would be treated like a true spa master by these goddesses.
"Pathetic," Beatrice muttered, her voice laced with disdain. "You call that a treatment, slave?"
Avril stared at the ground, too ashamed to meet their gaze. She had failed them, and now she knew it.
"Get on your knees, slave," ordered Victoria, her tone hardening. "It's time for your true lesson in humiliation."
Avril lowered herself onto her knees, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of their gaze on her back as they pulled off their socks, revealing their soft, powdery soles.
Beatrice slid off one of her shoes and placed it flat on avril's back, her heel digging into the small of her back. "Suckle my heel, slave," she commanded.
Avril opened her mouth obediently, accepting the heel into her mouth. As she did so, she could feel the foot scrape against the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. But she forced herself to swallow, knowing that it was her only way to please the goddesses.
Victoria followed suit, placing one foot on avril's back and then the other. As she did so, she watched with satisfaction as the slave struggled to keep up, her mouth filling with the taste of sweat and dirt from their soles.
"See how pathetic you truly are, slave?" spat Beatrice, her voice filled with disgust. "You thought you were going to be our spa master, but instead, you're nothing more than our footstool."
Avril could feel the tears stinging at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She was nothing more than a tool for these goddesses, a means to an end. And as she knelt there, her face buried in their feet, she knew that she deserved every bit of their humiliation.
