[Age Difference, Slavery, Foot Worship]

Life was a difficult thing to get a proper grasp on. Especially if you didn’t have much left to live on. That was the case for young Tiffany, an 18 year old ethnic girl who did her very best to get through life. But after mockery and a lot of prejudice that surrounded her life, including the fact that she was raised in an orphanage due to the departure of her parents at a young age, she ended up with very few options. Only through what felt like a sheer miracle did she manage to land a job that would keep her going for the next few years.

At least, that’s what she thought. And after having her first interview with Lady Marigold, her employer, where she managed to snag the job with flying colors… She really did imagine that life would get better. She had high hopes, doing everything that the elder asked her to. No matter how humiliating.

But day after day of constant strange requests that seemed intent on degrading her, she started to think that something was up. Of course, she couldn’t actually say anything. She didn’t want to lose her job, and even with all of these small additions that seemed explicitly intent on making her feel worse for being what she was, she didn’t feel that it was bad enough to raise a stink about.

Of course, that was exactly what Lady Marigold had planned on. She was a shrewd woman, a woman that had it all. And since she had everything, it was easy for her to focus all of her time on turning this hopeful girl into nothing more than her little toy. She had already started by forcing her to be little more than a footstool whenever she needed one, and forcing her to massage her aching feet. But that wasn’t enough. That was far from enough. Only by gradually piling things on like this, building towards the truly terrible stuff, could she gain the humiliation she was aiming for.

And today, she’d pile another thing on top. Another item on the list of horrible actions that her little Maid had to perform.

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“Tiffany. What do you think you’re doing?”

Her mistress’ voice echoed through her ears as she got onto her knees, causing her to seize up and blink rapidly as she looked up at her. “W-What do you mean, Lady Marigold? I’m about to massage your feet, just like you told me to.”

“May I remind you what your duties are, Tiffany?” Lady Marigold spoke up, resting her head on one of her palms. “You are to always listen to me. Even if it goes against something I’ve said previously. And right now, I feel that your massages have gotten too rough. You’re too tense when you try to stimulate my nerves.”

Tiffany let out a bit of a nervous chuckle. She wasn’t wrong. She really didn’t know how to give a good massage, so she had been very heavy handed with the approach. Really just pushing her thumbs into the spots that seemed to bother the elder the most, and doing that a couple of times until she was satisfied with the results. It did seem like she had been enjoying the experience over the last week or so, but… “A-As you wish, Lady Marigold. I’ll just-”

“When did I say you could speak? I’m not finished with you yet, young lady.” Her Mistress stopped her, by planting one of her feet atop of her head to keep her in the same kneeling position. “I didn’t say that you should stop giving my feet the treatment that they deserve. You just need to do it in a gentler fashion.”

The young ethnic maid felt that heavy foot weigh down on her. It was part of the reason why she was always so tense. She never knew when the elder would want to use her head as some sort of stool, and it always made her feel really awful. “Uhm, but, what am I supposed to do then? I don’t know how to give a massage, Lady Marigold.”

“You have a tongue. Do you plan on using it for nothing but your worthless words?” Lady Marigold said, before lifting one of her feet close to the girl’s face. “You know how to use it, and I expect you to make good use of it. Otherwise…”

Tiffany didn’t need to hear anything except for that ‘Otherwise’. She knew that if she disappointed her Mistress, she’d pay for it. And the only way to please her, was to follow her instructions to a T. No matter how humiliating the act she made her do was.

“Of course, Lady Marigold…” The young maid muttered as she slowly grabbed ahold of that rather dirty looking foot, before putting her tongue up to it. Slowly but surely dragging it along the sole, hoping that she’d be done with just a little lick here and there.

It wasn’t enough. The way that the elder dragged her feet along the tongue meant that she wanted more. That was just how it was going to be, regardless of the wishes that the young maid had. She had to be thorough, no matter how dirty that foot was.

Lady Marigold silently shivered as she felt that wet muscle rub up against the lines on her foot. Those sensitive spots that she had always hammered down with her thumbs now got the gentle care that they needed and deserved. Just by forcing her to use an ‘instrument’ that was a lot more gentle.

She bit into her lip as she felt the girl dragging that tongue further and further along the sole. Not only staying in the middle, but even forcing it to go out to the edges of her foot, licking where it wouldn’t even make contact with the ground. Just to ensure that it was as clean as possible.

The elder had to admit that once the girl had an objective, she put as much effort into it as she could. Which just made the humiliating nature of the tasks even more potent. What kind of idiot would ever give a woman a foot massage like this? Much less enjoy it so much that they’d actively want to give the best one they possibly could?

Tiffany even went so far as to go all the way up to the older woman’s toes, sucking on them to make sure that they were given the right amount of rinsing. She even poked her tongue into places she probably shouldn’t, without even being prompted. Just so that she could please her Mistress.

Lady Marigold let out a brief and almost silent sigh, preferring to avoid letting the girl know how much she enjoyed this. After all, if she knew she was doing a good job, she might just get confident. And she couldn’t enjoy a confident girl, especially not one like her.

Once she was satisfied with the first foot being cleaned to the point where it couldn’t possibly get any cleaner, she lifted her foot off the girl’s head and let it rest in front of her face, exchanging it for the thorough-licked one to let it dry off slightly.

The maid could feel her tongue getting tired. It was a sensitive organ, and the smell plus the slight bits of dirt and grime hiding in the small lines on the older woman’s foot… It really managed to make her tongue wear down its natural wet surface.

But despite that, she kept on doing her task. Even if she was wearing herself down in the process. If it meant that she could keep her warm bed and her warm bath, that was all she needed. Getting the smell and the taste of her Mistress’ foot permanently etched onto her tongue was a small price to pay in exchange.

Of course, even as she finished licking the second foot clean, she had a feeling she wasn’t done. Knowing her Mistress, she’d find something that she still wanted. And as the clean foot came off her head, she almost breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed like nothing would happen.

Right before those two feet found their way onto her face, smearing those soles all across her cheeks. Rubbing all of that icky saliva that she had used to clean them off, cleaning them completely in the process.

“Stay still, Tiffany. I need to make sure that I’ve dried off my feet. And since your face is so dry, it’s only right that I soak you up with your own spit.” Lady Marigold explained as she continued to rub those rather wet feet all over that pretty little face. Not enough to give it any sort of permanent damage, she’d hate to ruin her perfect toy’s features, but enough that she felt all the humiliation that came with being used as a living towel.

And humiliated was exactly how Tiffany felt in the moment. She didn’t expect this. How could she have? Nobody in their right mind would do something like this. But then again, this was an extremely rich woman that she was working for. They all had their special quirks, and this just happened to be hers. Was she allowed to criticize that? Probably, but it would risk her job. So she just sat there, with her cheeks flushing bright red, as those feet continued to dry themselves off.

The older woman let out a delighted sigh as she pulled her feet back, shaking them slightly to get the last few bits of spit and saliva off them. Leaving them as dry as one might want them, and leaving her servant with her scent thorough soaked into her pores. “There. That’s how your massages will go from now on, Tiffany. You will prepare your tongue in the morning and in the evening, and you will rinse my soles until they’re spotless. Then, I will clean them using your face. You best be prepared, because if I find that you missed even a single spot…”

“You won’t be disappointed, Lady Marigold..!” The young ethnic maid said as she got onto her feet. Despite the smell still lingering on her face, despite the fact that she had just debased herself like this, she still kept on going strong. Regardless of what her Mistress might have planned for her…

Lady Marigold appreciated that feisty look in her eyes. That made it all the more enjoyable to think of how she was going to break her more. “Actually. There’s one more thing I’d like to add. One tiny thing.” The older white-skinned blonde said, as she slowly weaved her fingers together as she stared straight at the younger girl’s body.

“Strip.”

Tiffany winced as the word ran through her head, her cheeks blushing even further. She couldn’t argue against it, so off went her uniform. Even though it was such a great outfit, she seemingly hadn’t earned the right to wear it. And that was something she just had to accept. It was what the Mistress said after all.

Once her outfit hit the floor, her cheeks just kept on filling up with red. It was one thing to lick her Mistress’ feet. That much she could handle. What she couldn’t handle, was showing her naked body off to her. Her slim form, the kind that hadn’t yet developed all of the right curves. Granted, that was probably due to her lacking diet during her time as an orphan, but it was clearly something that the older woman enjoyed given the sharp look she cast upon the younger girl’s assets.

“From this day onward, you are to do all of your duties without wearing a single piece of clothing. No bra, no panties, no uniform, no nothing. You don’t need them to be a maid.” Lady Marigold explained, slowly letting her soft smile curve into a wicked grin as she partly hid it behind her hands. “Though, just exhibiting yourself to me may not be enough to show your devotion…”

Tiffany wished that she would show mercy. She really did wish that. But she knew it wouldn’t happen. She had learned more about her Mistress’ weird tastes over the last while, and she knew that once she started, she wouldn’t stop.

“...What would you suggest, if I were to give you the option to choose?” The older woman said, as she slowly cast her gaze further down. Towards the girl’s naked crotch, and the lips that laid between them. As if to guide her towards what she could do to please her.

The young maid shivered a little. There were only a few ways that she knew she could please her Mistress. All of them were probably inaccurate. But she remembered something that she had learned in her orphanage, something that one of the older kids told her to keep secret.

Slowly but surely, Tiffany guided her fingers down towards her pussy, and she slowly let her fingers drape along the lips. Little by little, gently teasing herself. Not enough to drive her into some sort of horribly aroused state, just enough that her Mistress could enjoy the show. After all, it was meant for her. Not for personal enjoyment.

Lady Marigold licked her lips slightly as she watched the girl start to masturbate. Oh, yes, this was exactly what she had hoped for. Seeing a girl like her offer her body in such a casual manner… It was perfect. This was the kind of humiliation she wanted out of her. And while this first session was kept private, she’d have to record everything after this. Not just for personal enjoyment, but so she had more than enough fuel for the girl to stay in her employ. She couldn’t just run away if she had blackmail.

“I-Is this good enough, Lady Marigold..?” The younger girl said, her cheeks completely red. She could barely stand from the pleasure spiking through her. It was a bit too much. And yet, unless her Mistress told her that everything was in order, she knew she couldn’t stop. Even if it became too much for her.

The elder watched her play with her labia. Gently, teasing them in just the right way, before she finally spoke up. “This is just barely enough. But you have a lot to learn. For now, you may stop.” She finally showed mercy. Just a smidge, so she could pull the rug out from under her again in the near future.

Her maid let out a sigh of relief as she put her hands at her hips. The humiliation was finally coming to an end. “T-Then, may I continue with the rest of my duties?”

“You may. But remember, once night falls, you are to return here and clean my feet once more before bed. Only then may you go to sleep. Am I clear, Tiffany?” The elder replied, a stern look on her face as she reminded her of her duties.

The younger maid nodded rapidly. “Crystal, Lady Marigold!” The chance to just breathe at her own pace and do her duties was enough to bring a little bit of energy back to the girl, as she bowed before her Mistress and left the room. She had so much to do, after spending so long in this stuffy room.

Lady Marigold let out a laugh once she knew how far away the young maid was. Oh, to degrade her in such a fashion brought no end to her joy…

Once the youth got accustomed to her lack of clothes, a new hell awaited her...