Realization

“Come here pet.” Mistress Arika looked across the room at pet and extended her foot. Pet hobbled over, looking at her Mistress foot, then up at her Mistress.  Mistress raised an eyebrow, and pet looked down proceeded to lick the sole of her Mistress’ latex covered foot. Extending her tongue, licking from heel to toe until the latex shined, she repeated the same on the other foot, swallowing the bits of dirt. pet had no idea just how much she had consumed so far, but she figured it was quite a bit. Mistress used her pet this was several times a day, reinforcing pet’s position as something that exists solely for her Mistress’ amusement.

Mistress checked her feet. “Excellent my pet – nice and shiny.” Mistress took pet’s chin in her hand, looking into her pet’s eyes. “And how does it feel, pet, eating the dirt from my feet? Hrm?” Mistress stroked her pet’s hair, and pet did her best to smile, looking up. “Come now pet, I’ve asked you a question, I expect an answer… An honest answer.” Pet paused before answering, “pet does not enjoy eating the dirt, but she does enjoy pleasing you, Mistress.” Mistress laughed “Of course you don’t enjoy it. If you enjoyed it, I wouldn’t have you it. I don’t expect you enjoy any of this, but that’s point, no? Sealed in a bag of your own waste, hobbling around on stumps, licking the filth from my feet… It’s…” Mistress looked at her pet sternly, awaiting an answer. “Humilliating, my Mistress.” Mistress smiled again. “Humilliting, degrading, cruel – but ultimately amusing for me.” Mistress sat back in her chair, regarding her pet with a sense of accomplishment.  Pressing her feet against her pet’s face, she continued…

“It should be clear by now that I have no intention of releasing you from your bag. I have wanted this for a long while now – you, my former mistress, living a life of continual degradation and humiliation. When you owned me, oh so many years ago, you unlocked something deep inside of me – a yearning if you will. I knew that one day, you would live at my feet, as my pet – something I would keep purely for my own amusement.

I do love you my pet, in my own twisted way. The further I push you, and the greater the indignities you endure, the deeper that love grows. I am quite sure now that there is nothing you wouldn’t do for me, no humiliation too great that you wouldn’t refuse… Of course, you are no loger in any position to refuse, are you? Hrm? The day you allowed yourself to be sealed in that bag was the day that sealed your fate. Look around you pet: this is your life.”

Mistress Arika paused to allow her words to sink in. Until now, pet thought this might be a passing fancy – something of which her Mistress would soon grow bored. It was becoming clear that this was something more, something that was years in the making. Pet looked up at her Mistress, who smiled wryly. “Did you want to say something, my pet?"  pet shook her head, pressing her face back into her Mistress’ feet. "That’s a good pet.  Now, go have some kibble and water. Afterwards, we will walk around the garden for a bit.”

pet hobbled over to her food and water bowls, glancing out the door at the freshly cut grass – thinking of the mess it would leave on her Mistress’ feet. pet lowered her face into her bowl of kibble, took a mouthful, and savored the taste, knowing what was to come after the walk.