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“Hey Phil,” Ms. Lauren asked the boy tearing up on the floor of her office, “do you have something to complain about about the parties I have with my friends?”
“No, no goddess..” Phil managed to say.
“Surely there’s something you aren’t happy with if that’s how you react when I mention them. Tell us! Or I’ll kick you in the face!”
“Alright, goddess, well..” Phil had sat up at attention for her, but still looked terrified out of his mind. Billy was back on his knees in the corner, now cleaning the sole of Ms. Lauren’s flip flops.
“Last time you let your friends command us, well.. They made me and Billy do.. awful things.”
“Ha! I remember, that was hilarious! Tell us about them, so Alex here can know what’s in store.”
“Please, goddess, I don’t want to think about that”
“Well I own you and I order you to think about it and tell us everything they made you do.”
“Well,” Phil began, though already he was tearing up and stuttering, “we had to lick every single person’s feet..”
“That’s a given, expect to be doing a lot of this, bitch” Ms. Lauren wiggled her toes which I was still running my tongue over in my mouth.
“Then they made us strip, and.. touch each other. They made me stick my finger in Billy’s.. please, goddess”
“Haha, yeah I guess we get it. Was it that bad, Phil?”
“Goddess it was traumatizing.”
“I don’t believe you had it worse than Billy did, though.” Ms. Lauren was clearly gearing up for something sadistic.
“Well, maybe not.”
“Billy had to have had a worse time, wouldn’t you say? I mean it was his butt that got your finger in it!”
“But mistress,”
“Billy isn’t complaining, is he? Are you Billy?”
Billy took his tongue off her dirty flip flop sole. “No, mistress. But it was very painful.”
“Ha!” Well then,” Ms. Lauren cackled as she grabbed Phil’s hair and pressed his face into the floor, his butt now in the air, “time to see it from his perspective, huh Phil?”
“Please! Goddess, no!”
“No? You’re defying me, bitch?! Billy get over here right now and stick your hand where the sun doesn’t shine.”
Both boys were crying as they assumed their positions. I shut my eyes and tried to ignore Phil’s muffled screams, his face pressing into the floor. Ms. Lauren’s laughter did a good job of drowning most of it out. I just sucked her toes and firmly massaged her foot as the torture went on. How had we ended up here? I don’t know, but it was pure hell.