Mistress Ludovica Luxury, the 5'11'' tower of beauty and cruelty, watched with a predatory grin as her four companion mistresses laughed and played with their human footstool. The sun beat down on her tanned skin, casting shadows across the soft, fake grass of the terrace. She took a sip of her lemonade, her long, manicured nails clicking against the glass. The hum of pleasure from the human underfoot was music to her ears.
"So, Cindy," she purred, addressing the mistress on her left, "what do you think of this one? Do you think he'll survive the training?"
Cindy, a tall, statuesque woman with long, raven hair and icy blue eyes, laughed coldly. "Oh, he'll survive. He just won't be the same afterwards." She leaned forward, her foot brushing against the human's lips. "Now, who wants to go first?"
The human, a young man with pale skin and trembling hands, couldn't speak. Tears and spit mixed on his chin as he watched the four pairs of perfect feet hovering above him. His mind raced, trying to remember the sizes.
"Come on, puppy," Mistress Nadia, the Asian woman on Mistress Ludovica's right, growled. "You know the sizes. Tell us which foot is mine."
The human took a deep breath, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his nerves. "Y-your foot, Nadia," he stammered, "is the same size as Mistress Ludovica's."
Mistress Nadia smiled cruelly, her toes curling into a mocking point. "Correct, puppy. Now open up wide and take your mistress's foot."
With a shudder, the human opened his mouth as wide as he could, feeling the cool air rush in as Mistress Nadia pushed her perfect foot past his lips, into his mouth. He gagged, choking on the leather of her high heel, but he couldn't pull back. His eyes watered, but he didn't dare blink as he tasted her foot, feeling the soft skin and rough calluses against his tongue.
"Good boy," Mistress Nadia purred, pulling her foot out and allowing the human to gasp for air. "Now it's my turn."
The human whimpered as he felt a familiar foot press against his lips. It was Mistress Ludovica's foot, the same size as Nadia's, the same size as his own. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't stop it.
"Yes, mistress," he moaned, opening his mouth wider to let her foot in. Mistress Ludovica stepped on his face, grinding her heel into his cheek as she thrust her foot deep into his mouth, claiming him as her own.
The other mistresses took turns, each one pushing their foot deeper into the human's throat, claiming their own piece of him. He couldn't breathe, he could barely think, but he knew this was what he wanted. He was their footstool, their plaything, and he would do anything to please them.
As the mistresses finished their game, they laughed, their high heels clicking against the fake grass. The human remained on the ground, his face covered in spit and sweat, his throat raw from all the feet that had claimed it. But he didn't mind. This was his purpose, and he was grateful for it.
