[Degradation, Petplay]

Everyone had their regrets. No matter what form they took. For some, these regrets weren’t a problem. They were able to move past them with no problem. And for some, they were currently living through them.

For the young Tiffany, the girl who had jumped at the chance to make a bit of cash after she ended up flunking out of every possible school. For somebody like her, chances like these didn’t come cheap. She had to take whatever she could, so that she could stay alive.

And when the chance to be a maid for basically all the cash she’d ever need, plus a roof over her head? Why, that sounded way too good to be true. As she found out, that was the case. But she didn’t worry about it initially, even as she had to start massaging her Mistress’ feet.

Lady Marigold was the woman that had hired her. The woman that always looked at her with a strange sort of disdain. Yet she always praised her for what she did. So maybe she was just seeing things. And she had to admit, the pay wasn’t bad. Whenever she got free time, and that wasn’t often, she’d usually buy herself a bit of candy to satiate her sweet tooth, and then go straight back to working.

...That was something she couldn’t do after the last time the lady of the house spoke to her. Instead of being allowed to wear her uniform, the only thing she could wear was… well, nothing. She was forced to work in the nude at all times. No matter if she was present or not.

With that ‘change in attire’, a lot of her freedoms were stripped away. Sure, she didn’t have a lot because of the agreement they made, but she had some. Now? If she wanted to go outside, she’d be streaking. And that was a crime. So if she left the manor’s grounds, she’d be in prison. And she didn’t want to go back there. Not after last time she ended up in the slammer.

It was something that Tiffany just had to get used to. Something that she had to overcome. If not because of the shame she felt, then because her mistress no doubt expected her to do her best. And if she kept being shameful, if she kept getting whittled down by the experience of being naked… Then she’d probably get fired, for being so inadequate.

That was why she kept trying. No matter how humiliating it was, no matter how ashamed she got. She wanted to stay safe inside these walls. And despite everything her mistress had done, that might be considered abuse… She still allowed her to stay here. And that was enough for her to remain loyal.

But nothing lasts.

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“You wanted to see me, Lady Marigold?”

Tiffany, letting the sun wash down on her naked body, looked at the woman that she had served for the last two months. A woman that had given her everything, and yet threatened to take it away at a moment’s notice. A woman she would never want to anger, or ever see in a dissatisfied mood.

“I did, Tiffany.” The older woman said as she slowly pushed down the sunglasses that kept the sun from shining into her aging eyes. “Closer, if you’d please?” She asked, the tan lines developing on her body making her seem younger than she really was. Summer wasn’t going to stick around for long, she was going to enjoy the warmth for as long as she could.

Her naked maid nodded as she slowly stepped closer, feeling the overly warm tiles on the ground start burning away at her feet. Standing in the sun like this, without sunscreen, made it difficult to bear. But she’d do it. Even as all of that heat washed over her…

She waited and watched as her mistress reached over to something she had been keeping on the small table next to her, only to slowly shiver as she noticed the red accessory. “Lady Marigold, is that..?” She asked, a blush flushing its way onto her cheeks.

“I’m glad you have eyes, Tiffany.” Lady Marigold dryly remarked as she turned the accessory towards her. A collar. With a blank nametag attached. “It is a dog’s collar, yes. I thought it’d be nice for somebody like you, considering you’re nothing more than a bitch on legs.” She said, her callous remarks cutting deeper than they ever had. Or maybe they had just worn down her defenses, over the last month or so.

Tiffany slowly reached towards it, before the older woman took it back before she could grab it. “You do not get to touch it, Bitch.” Her mistress said, the sharp words cutting straight into her confidence. Of course, she acted out of line. It was her mistake. Thus, she hung her head low, to apologize for her misstep.

“Good. A bitch understanding her place in the world.” The older woman said, scoffing a little as she motioned for her to kneel once more. The girl obeyed without even saying a word, as her mistress undid the collar’s buckle and wrapped it around her throat, closing it and making sure it was shut as tightly as it possibly could.

The maid almost couldn’t breathe from how tight it felt. It was like it was pressing down on her windpipe, barely letting her get a bit of wind into her lungs. If she didn’t focus, she could feel the pain of it digging into her body… Something she didn’t like, but it was necessary to serve her mistress. She had accepted that. Pain and treatment like this was a necessary part of her life.

“I thank you, Lady Marigo-” Tiffany started, only for the older woman to suddenly yank her down, to the point where her head nearly hit the ground from the sudden shift. And she wasn’t allowed to look back up either, as a foot found its way onto the back of her head.

Lady Marigold scoffed as she ground her sole against the girl’s poor head. “Still talking out of line, Bitch?” The scorn in her voice was even worse, now that her ‘pet’ wore the collar that marked her as little more than that. Why should she treat a girl who openly wore a pet’s collar as a human? She was a pet. A Bitch. Nothing more, nothing less.

This time, the Bitch didn’t say anything. She understood how she went wrong. And her solution was to stay quiet until she was permitted to speak. Even if she felt the overly hot tiles beneath her legs slowly burn away at them. Slowly having the sun’s warm rays burn away at her back as well, leaving both way too warm to the touch.

“What does a Bitch do?” The older woman said, as she slowly ground her foot up against the girl’s head. “They don’t speak. They just obey orders. From this day forward, you are not allowed to speak. You may only vocalize your feelings the same way any other Bitch would do. Because that’s what you are. A filthy Bitch, that only gets to live here due to the mercy inside my decrepit old heart.”

Lady Marigold was relentless in her mockery. The young Bitch knew that very well. She was well versed in her traits at this rate. And yet, she hadn’t run away. Because this would be the only place that took her. And now that she was little more than a pet, something she accepted just as much as the rest of the subtle abuse that had led her to this point… She just accepted it like the rest.

Her silence was just what the older woman wanted to hear. Nothing but acceptance. It showed just how much the girl had been broken. Just how little she cared for personal expression. She didn’t need a girl that had spunk, or a girl that had a spark of life inside her. No, she needed a pet. And what she had at her feet… That was a pet. And nothing more.

“Good. I’m glad you understand, you miserable Bitch.” The older woman said, as she slowly brought her feet off the Bitch’s head, lifting them up slightly while still letting them hang off the side of her chair. “Continue your previous duties then. Being a pet doesn’t excuse you from doing them.” She said, as those dirty feet, which were still warm from being soaked in the sun, were ready for their daily cleaning.

Tiffany looked up slightly. Just enough that she was level with the feet that needed to be cleaned… Only for the older woman to yank on the leash attached to her collar, forcing her against them for being slow. She could feel them pushing against her face, and she trembled from the mild pain. But she wouldn’t be stopped by that sensation. She had been taught to work past it…

Slowly but surely, the Bitch started to lick away at those dirty feet. The feet that smelled more and more like her with every passing day. She had been cleaning them for the last month or so at this point, using nothing but her tongue and her lips. And that meant that her mouth was now the sole source of cleanliness for those two. While leaving her mouth growing dirtier and dirtier.

The more she made her mistress clean, the worse she got. She was barely allowed to bathe in the first place. It was a good thing that she was naked at this point, because the wind served as one of the few ways that she’d get clean. Then again, maybe the mistress was right. Maybe she should be this filthy. She was nothing but a Bitch, after all.

Little by little, she cleaned those feet with her tongue. Letting the grime and the gunk slide onto her tongue, after which she’d swallow it all and grow mildly green in the process. It was a disgusting sensation, feeling it slowly fill her stomach like that. But she couldn’t help herself. It was the only choice she had. What other option did a girl like her have? This was the only place that wanted her.

Ah. Yes. Really, being taken in and made into Lady Marigold’s pet was a good thing. Yes. Even if it was humiliating. Even if she felt like she could scream in despair at any moment. Nobody else wanted her. She had tried, and they turned her away. The fact that such a sadistic woman, who treated her as a mere pet, was the only one who wanted her? That was a sign from heaven itself.

This was what she was meant for. Nothing else than being a pet. And that meant that she should just enjoy it the best she could. No matter how terrible it got… Yeah. That was the rationale that stuck inside her mind. If she couldn’t do anything else, the best option was to continue. No matter how bad the thing itself was.

Her tongue continued to lick away at those dirty feet, even making sure to get the spots between the toes, as she slowly but surely finished her usual act of routine cleansing. Leaving her mistress with absolutely spotless feet, and her with a sore tongue that tasted like old dirt and grime. She could feel every single terrible and foul taste pour down her throat as she swallowed. It was a wonder she stayed conscious after all of that…

“As expected of a Bitch.” Lady Marigold said, slowly reaching into the girl’s hair. Petting her like she would any other pet. “Go on with your day, Bitch. Do your duties. Like the Bitch that you are.” She said, making it clear that her existence would forever be marked by her new status as a Bitch.

Tiffany nodded and whimpered ever softly as she turned around, showing off her holes as she crawled on all fours, wincing as the sun washed down on her and continued to overheat her poor body.

All while her holes, hidden between her cheeks and between her thighs, were growing wetter. Because all of this abuse had started to take its toll. She was… enjoying it. Not in the sense that she loved being treated as a pet, but that her body had grown so used to this kind of treatment that it gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Lady Marigold smiled. The Bitch was coming along nicely. Perhaps she should strip away another layer of her safe space, to make sure she understood her place in the world.

There was so much she could do to her still, and so little time...