[Age Difference, Feet, Yuri]
“What an absolute travesty this life of mine is…”
An older woman muttered to herself as she looked out of the window, watching the night sky and all of its beautiful stars rain its light down on the world. Eternal beauty, not unlike what she considered herself to have.
Her name was Lady Marigold. A 40 year old noblewoman with quite the handsome amount of cash to spend, after the unfortunate passing of her lover. He shed his mortal coil as a young man, but taught her how to keep the business running until she found the chance to re-marry. Of course, he never realized that she had no intention to remarry, the only man that could capture her heart was him.
But that left the older woman with quite the issue. Simply put, with all the money that a woman like her could have at her disposal, that left quite the hole in her heart. She wasn’t having any fun. And though she didn’t need to work, that just made that hole grow. She was utterly, and verifiably, bored. What could she do?
Lady Marigold rested her elbows on the windowsill, looking out at the stars above. “Wishes… What a nonsense thing that only the poor would rely on.” The older woman muttered as she slowly weaved her fingers together, resting her forehead against the back of her fingers. If it worked for those simpletons, then it would work for her as well…
“I wish… For inspiration. for something to occupy my time. Anything, just to keep me from stewing in this infernal boredom.”
Once she opened her eyes, the stars in the sky seemed to have shifted. Ever slightly. Just enough to form an outline of something…
A foot. Something abstract, something that couldn’t exactly be interpreted by most folk around her age. But she knew what this meant. She knew exactly what to make of this.
“That’s right… I have nobody to crush underneath my feet. But who might…” Lady Marigold muttered for a second, only for a devious grin to fall upon her face, a cackle leaving her lips.
It was time to find her direct opposite. A hopeful, spiteless youth. As dirty as she was poor…
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“Live-in Maid, with no training required, and with everything provided..?!”
A gasp echoed as a young woman stood in front of a flyer, identical to plenty others that were all posted several places around town. All of them advertising the same exact position, all of them giving the same benefits. It was too good to be true.
The lass standing in front of this particular flyer was a youth that had just breached her way into adulthood, and only just barely. Her name was Tiffany. A young black woman with a fritzy hairstyle that was terribly difficult to maintain, and a gentle figure that had little to offer in term of appeal. But that in and of itself made her appealing, the sweet smile and the soft curves making her little more than visual candy if you were to look at her.
Of course, that was if you didn’t look at her clothes. They had seen much better days. Honestly, considering the fact that she was but an orphan, and she never found a home outside of her orphanage, she could’ve been much worse off…
Still! This was the chance she needed. She had no formal education, no thanks to the bias people had against orphans causing her to drop out, and her prospects at being hired were between prostitute and worse things than that, if she even dared step into the job market. She had to do this, it was her only shot at having a proper career!
Tiffany grabbed the flyer, narrowing her eyes a little as she read the text on there. It was all in cursive, which she had been notoriously bad at reading. “I have to go… the Marigold estate?” She rubbed the back of her head, letting her fingers fritz their way through her hair, before she shrugged her shoulders and ran off.
Hopefully, they’d take her on. If there was one thing she was good at, it was being a kind girl who did what she was told!
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Lady Marigold rubbed her temples. Every single interviewee had been pure filth. And not the kind that she wanted to demolish. Most of them had been rough men that deserved nothing more than the death penalty, should she have the choice as to how to dispose of them, and the ones that showed promise were too smart to fall for the trick she had put forth. Asking too many questions…
“E-Excuse me?” A voice echoed from behind the door leading to the lady’s personal quarters. “I-I was here for the interview regarding the live-in maid position! I hope I’m not too late!”
The older woman raised an eyebrow. The tone to the girl’s voice was exactly what she was looking for. But she needed to be sure. The perfect girl couldn’t just have dropped right into her lap… “Come inside and introduce yourself.”
“S-Sure, just a sec!” The voice cried out once more, before the door opened up to reveal the not-so-perfect looking girl in all of her glory. The dirt on her clothes, the petite figure, and that unfathomably sweet smile. “I-I’m Tiffany, Miss Marig- oh, no, wait, that’s supposed to be Lady-” She mumbled incoherently, already getting jitters.
Lady Marigold started to grin as soon as she saw the nervousness in the young girl’s eyes. Oh yes. That was the genuine thing. The desperation to be hired, and the utter inability to realize what kind of woman she was.
The older woman stood up as she walked around her desk. She was clad in a beautiful dress adorned with an ample cleavage window to show off her noble assets, all while the dress itself reached all the way down to the floor with her blonde hair joining it. Her skin was slightly tanned, a natural result of living in the tropics where she had made most of her fortune. Combine that with her chilling blue eyes, and the surprising height she had over most of the populace, and she had earned the title of ‘Lady’.
“I have one single question for you, Tiffany. Why did you come here?” The older woman asked, as she put her hand underneath the girl’s chin, slowly running her thumb along her cheek. Such imperfections, yet at the same time they added to the girl’s natural charm. Exactly what she had hoped to encounter…
Tiffany took a deep breath, her body shivering as the older woman touched her body. “I… I want to try and make it. I’m not very smart, and I’m kind of a klutz, but I really, really need the money. I’m going to end up on the street if I don’t get it. A-And hey, I can clean a couple of things and do whatever else maids do, I’m totally capable!”
She was an utter waste. But that was what made her all the more alluring. Lady Marigold had found the one she had been hunting for.
“You’re hired. You’re starting tomorrow, gather your belongings and take the guest room as your own. It’s the least that a girl like you, with bright hopes for the future, deserves.” The older woman said, smiling as gently as her wicked heart would allow her.
Tiffany didn’t know it, but as she nodded with glee, she just sealed her fate…
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Her first few days at the Marigold Estate were normal, at least in regards to what she expected to do as a maid. She cleaned a couple of rooms thoroughly, with the older woman admonishing her whenever she made a mistake, though not too terribly. She was only a beginner, after all. At the end of every day, the woman taught her how to make a meal, and gave her opinion on the food she made. Normally a negative opinion, but it was edible at the very least.
It almost seemed as if the woman already had a spiteful eye on her. But she gave her this opportunity to live, why would she have it out for her..? It didn’t make sense to the young maid, so she brushed that concept away and just focused on what was important.
A week or so into her service, Lady Marigold called her to her personal quarters, in the middle of her cleaning. She made it very clear the first day of her life as a maid that her orders were of higher priority than any other tasks on her plate, so the darker-skinned girl had to drop everything and head straight up to her.
“Tiffany.” The older woman said, as she looked out towards the sunny scenery, while resting her naked feet near a footstool. “My feet are sore. Massage them.” She said very firmly, not about to argue with the girl.
Her maid slowly bowed, sweat running down her face. Was this really a good thing to do? She couldn’t say for sure, and arguing against her would just cause problems, so she got down on her knees and looked at those well-manicured feet…
Tiffany pressed her thumbs into those soles, wincing as she heard noises leaving her Mistress’ mouth. But she didn’t say anything, just making sure to adjust her presses according to the directions her Mistress gave her. She didn’t want to get yelled at, after all.
She was terrible at this. Lady Marigold could feel the pain intensifying if anything. Only when she pressed in just the right spots did the pain go away, and that wasn’t nearly enough for her…
Instead of letting her move onto the other foot, the older woman lifted it straight onto the girl’s head, letting the heel rest on top, slightly grinding into that fritzy hair. It was actually a pretty terrible place to rest it, but the message she sent by using her head as a footrest was more important.
Tiffany blinked a couple of times as she looked up and saw that tanned foot sink into her hair, causing her to sweat even more. This was getting a little out of hand, but she still didn’t want to say anything out of pure fear. She just kept on massaging in the spot that didn’t seem to make any noise leave her Mistress’ lips, so she wouldn’t be mad…
Honestly, when she put that foot on her head… She remembered the kind of words that people used at school. And she shook her head. Surely this was just a test of some sort. Besides, the money was too good to pass up still…
Lady Marigold grinned as the girl slowly pulled her hand away from her foot, causing the older woman to sigh as she swivelled her chair towards the tv. “All fours, Tiffany. Your head was comfortable, but I need something more stable while I watch my favorite show.”
Tiffany took a few moments to nod, the very idea sounding extreme to her while her cheeks blushed further red, as she got down on all fours and exposed her back to the older woman, who almost immediately pushed her heels into that back. Letting them weigh down on her, pushing into the parts of her back where they’d give her the most stress.
She couldn’t see her mistress, but judging by the way she adjusted her feet every now and then, she definitely had to be doing something right. Even if her legs and hands were buckling over the two hours that the show ran for...
Eventually, the tv show came to an end, as the older woman pulled her feet off her back. “You were an awful stool, Tiffany. But you have promise. Something we’ll work on for the future.” She said, snapping to make the girl quickly get back on her feet. “Consider this a part of your daily schedule from now on. I look forward to the day you won’t be quivering due to a few feet.”
Tiffany nodded and smiled the best she could. If this was going to be routine, surely it wouldn’t be that bad in the future…
Little did she know, this was only the beginning of the hell she had wandered into...