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The elevator bell gave a soft ring. Michelle perked up and look towards the door. She heard the forceful click and clack of high heels, muffled by the hall carpet and rushed to the door on all fours, nearly falling over herself in the process. She sat kneeling in front of the door, panting, her cunt beginning to throb at the sound of jangling keys. Michelle wanted to badly to reach down and ease the now delicious pain of anticipation but she knew better than to toy herself without asking permission from Goddess first. The sharp clank of the heels was drawing nearer and her heart began to race, as if to beat right out of her flat, disappointing chest. Michelle was a slender woman of mixed race, half Chinese and half White, not pure White like Goddess. Her skin was light, free sex pictures x her long and black, her limbs long and lean, her beautiful feet and hands slim and delicate, her ass flat and unexciting, her breasts small, her face unquestionably innocent accented by eyes glimmering with heartfelt obedience, her cunt shaven as per her husband’s request. Goddess was allowed to grow hair wherever she pleased as husband felt it looked much more arousing on her than on Michelle. As she sat there quivering with excitement, listening to Goddess put the key in the lock, Michelle thought about how it did look better on Goddess. This only made Michelle’s cunt ache with need, all but gushing with pent up euphoria. She was about to ponder further on the nature of her relationship with Goddess until the door swung open and all thoughts promptly left her pretty little head on command. Her heart beat ravenously with love and devotion at the site of Goddess and she instinctively bent low and averted her eyes, as she had been trained to do by husband. From the brief glimpse she stole, she could see that Goddess was as divine as ever but noticeably tired, her brilliant deep red hair somewhat disheveled and her white blouse and black pencil skirt a bit wrinkled. She must have had a long day which meant Michelle would have to work extra hard to please her, a challenge she accepted internally without hesitation. Goddess looked down at her, frowning as she kicked off her heels somewhat violently. "Hello Michelle" she said with a hint of distain, her voice high and rather mousy almost like a princess from a children’s movie. "Feet" she commanded tersely. Michelle didn’t miss a beat and quickly crawled over to kiss and lick Goddesses perfect, pale feet. She had to hold her legs together tight while doing so to keep from leaking her juices all over the floor. She knew if she did it’d be a harsh punishment. Goddess was loving but very stern with her though Michelle knew she needed this kind of obedience. She couldn’t live without it; she found that out in life before her husband, before Goddess. Her life had always been without direction or purpose and now she was given a strict set of rules to follow every waking hour; rules that gave her comfort, comfort in knowing she didn’t have to make any decisions for herself, everything was decided for her. Goddess must have noticed she was drifting and gave her a light kick, shooing her away with her foot. "Ugh, stop it sweetie" she said dismissively as she watched Michelle’s saliva trail away from her foot to Michelle’s quivering mouth. Michelle’s eyes were wide with fear, fear that she had disappointed Goddess and that Goddess would not let her worship her some more. Goddess glanced at her somewhat disinterestedly and shooed her away again with her foot. Michelle backed up and kneeled before her, head down in shame. Goddess giggled girlishly at that which only made Michelle’s cunt throb some more. Sweet nectar began to dribble down her thigh as she pursed her lips in frustration. "You know what I need?" Goddess declared, her already high voice going up and octave. "I need to get these clothes off and take a fucking dump. How does that sound sweetie?" She looked at Michelle with a wry smile. Michelle whimpered pathetically and did everything she could to hold back her orgasm. She knew what this meant and shook all over with excitement. She tried in vain to compose herself for Goddess but it was no use. Goddess didn’t seem to mind as she casually undressed herself. Ignoring Michelle, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her blood red lacey panties, the kind that hugged her flesh tightly and framed her gorgeously round and pale white bare ass cheeks. As Goddess unbuttoned her blouse Michelle was yet again reminded of why, though she was his wife, husband would never love her the way he loved Goddess, or Alicia as husband called her…that is when he didn’t call her his darling, sweetheart, or his true love. Michelle was never allowed to call Goddess by her real name, it was forbidden to her as she wasn’t worthy of that honor and never would be. Though she was the wife, Goddess was husband’s girlfriend and real lover; Michelle had forfeited her rights and most of all her dignity some time ago and would never get it back. Michelle was comfortable with this fact, it was the natural course of things and her rigorous conditioning at the hands of Goddess and husband had reinforced that. She was naturally submissive and timid to begin with so it wasn’t very hard for her to accept her true role as pet and slave to her superiors. Husband had begun to train her long before Goddess entered the picture; her marriage was already one of master and servant, Goddess just served to solidify Michelle’s life goal: to be a good pet, to serve and to obey without question. It didn’t help either though that she had fallen head over heels for Goddess ever since their first encounter. Michelle had never been interested in girls but Goddess stirred feelings in her she never even knew she possessed. Husband had unleashed and celebrated her need to be degraded and humiliated, Goddess just knew what buttons to push and when to push them just enough to make Michelle drool with devotion. Perhaps it was because Goddess was so much more beautiful than her in almost every way. Her pale skin, her pretty and mousy face, her brilliant blue eyes, her perfect hourglass figure accentuated by her luscious hanging breasts, pink nipples, and round, pear-shaped ass. Even the bit of cellulite on her ass cheeks and the back of her gorgeous thighs made Michelle was to cum uncontrollably. Goddess was everything Michelle would never be: confident, sophisticated, interesting, alluring, smart, funny, and possessing an air of true "womanhood" about her. In the beginning Michelle envied her madly but that jealousy soon gave way to unbridled devoutness and pure love. She knew she could never even hope to conceive competing with Goddess, especially for husband’s affections. The very notion was laughable. When Goddess entered her life she knew that her purpose had always been to become a pious devotee to true beauty such as this. After all, she called her Goddess for a reason. Michelle really did see Alicia as her god, her deity; she prayed to her nightly, worshipped her unyieldingly, and sacrificed all of her freedoms just to crawl at her feet. And it was bliss, pure bliss. In slavery Michelle found freedom, in servitude purpose, and she knew she would always be loved by a husband and Goddess who sought to give her life meaning. Michelle’s trance was promptly broken when Goddess casually tossed her blouse on Michelle’s head and giggled cruelly. She dared not move though, not without being ordered to do so. "Oh take that off your head you silly little idiot" Goddess said, scoffing. To many Goddess’s voice came off as strangely childlike and even annoying but to Michelle it was a sweet siren song, the most beautiful music she knew and to think she was given the privilege of hearing it every day. "Pet, put my clothes in the laundry now" she said rudely. Michelle bowed her head and obliged, her thighs squishing as she move to gather Goddess’s things. Nowadays Michelle was mostly silent as she was only allowed to speak when told to and lately her masters didn’t feel as though she had anything interesting to say. Lately they preferred she just whimper or moan when she needed to communicate. What was left of Michelle capacity for reason felt this meant that they were slowly stripping her of any of her last vestiges of humanity. She became even more excited at this thought. Maybe, she pondered, Goddess would even finally give her a real name, a pet name. "Michelle" was far too pretty for her after all and not befitting of a lowly creature such as herself. Michelle watched in awe as Goddess walked towards the bathroom, her luscious ass jiggling with every step. She undid her matching bra and let if fall to the floor. Opening the toilet, she bent over and stuck her ass out at Michelle and slipped her panties off, kicking them aside. Michelle quickly crawled over and gathered these things as Goddess sat down on the toilet, running her hands through her hair provocatively. As she put the laundry in the hamper she became overwhelmingly wet at the sound of Goddess relieving herself. She couldn’t help but take a glance or two into the bathroom to watch. She had to be careful as she didn’t want to be caught for fear that she wouldn’t be allowed what usually came next. Her heart pounded while she hoped Goddess would come through with her unspoken promise. Thankfully for Michelle she often did as it was generally the most degrading thing she could do to her boyfriend’s wife. They had only started this ritual recently but all parties involved loved it, Goddess and husband for its signification of total domination over the wife and Michelle for the total humiliation involved in the act. As well, to her it was a sort of communion with Goddess, an honor not quite like any other and a sign of true commitment. Michelle has just crawled to her usual waiting position when she heard the bell ring. She perked up, soaking, and crawled on her hands and knees to the bathroom door where she saw Goddess sitting there on the toilet, ringing the little bell, the one that matched the bell on Michelle’s collar. Goddess was clearly holding back a wide grin as she looked at this wife, this animal of a woman. "Michelle! Snackies!" Goddess said in a sing-songy voice, as if she were Snow White or Cinderella. Michelle scuttled over to Goddess so swiftly she nearly tripped over herself again. Michelle had always been a very clumsy girl. She quickly sat up, kneeling before Goddess with her hands xx moves free porn on her knees, trying to hold back a look of pure excitement. Her eyes gave her away though and Goddess laughed at this condescendingly. "You’re an eager girl, aren’t you Michelle?" Goddess pouted, affectionately. "You know if we keep this up I’m going to have to find a better name for you. Michelle is far too pretty for something that loves to do what you’re about to. I’ve been giving it some thought and I feel Twinkie suits you best. Something dumb and innocent, just like you." Michelle was so close to orgasm it was physically painful. "Yes, Twinkie is your real name. Twinkie is who you shall be, who you’ve always been. You’ve never been called any name other than Twinkie? You understand?" Michelle nodded furiously. This was casting couch porn site really happening, her life was falling into place has had been told by husband it would. She was finally approaching the full transformation into who she was born to be. Twinkie looked up at Goddess wide-eyed, lips quivering. Her body was covered in goose bumps; she clenched her slender hands and puckered her little brown asshole. "Well Twinkie, are you hungry for snackies or aren’t you?" Goddess said with a tone suggestive of her just wiping, flushing, and going about her business instead. Twinkie couldn’t help but drool with excitement, a site at which Goddess giggled. Twinkie breathed heavily and shook her head fervently, shaking all over. She needed this more than anything right now. "Well since you’ve been such a good little girl, I don’t see why I can’t let you clean me up then?" Goddess said smiling as she stood up and flushed the toilet. "Are you ready for your treat baby girl?" Twinkie smiled and nodded, her big doe eyes gleaming with euphoria. "It’s pretty messy so you better do a good job and get me nice and clean, ok? My boyfriend is coming home soon and you know how much he loves to lick my ass. If he finds one speck of shit down there it’ll be the ball gag and the tail for a week. Understand?" Twinkie whimpered pathetically and smiled as Goddess turned around and opened up her large, perfect cheeks to present her tight pink asshole to Twinkie. Goddess was right, it was very messy. Her little hole was covered in light brown, sticky chunks. She even had some smeared on the insides of her cheeks. This was the kind of situation Twinkie loved because she could really prove herself to Goddess. Sometimes it was mostly clean back there and Twinkie didn’t have much to do. Today was a blessing. "Oh and Twinkie, there’s a little bit still in there so if you could be a good girl and swallow that it’d be fucking splendid." Twinkie placed her hands on Goddess’s soft, white hips to hold on. She opened her mouth wide and placed it to Goddess’s dirty hole. As usual the smell didn’t bother Twinkie free porn movies or videos but rather excited her further; the taste though it what made her juices drip down her leg onto the floor. Goddess would expect her to lick that up when she was done. Twinkie felt Goddess tense up and let out a little squeak of surprise and elation when Goddess pushed the little ball of shit into her mouth. Twinkie moaned and chewed it a little before swallowing; the taste was sweet and made her cunt throb. After this she got to work carefully licking Goddess’s dirty ass clean. She savored every little speck of shit she tasted as a gift from Goddess to her, a lowly creature. Goddess giggled at the pathetic moans, grunts, and whimpers of pleasure Twinkie made while cleaning her thoroughly. Twinkie prayed to Goddess while feasting on this delicious offering, a prayer of gratitude. This was heaven to her; she didn't want to be anywhere but here. Goddess knew this and let her have her fun, all the while enjoying the feeling of Twinkie’s eager tongue against her puckered asshole. "You know Twinkie" Goddess sighed, clearly getting turned on by the whole ordeal, "if you keep being such a good girl about this, I might just have to let you clean me all the time. And since you’re apparently so enamored.." she took in a deep breath, her heart beginning to flutter and her asshole continually gaping and tightening, "…so enamored with my shit, maybe, just maybe…if you’re extra good I’ll let you be my toilet." She patted Twinkie’s head patronizingly. Twinkie beamed internally. "Then your snackies won’t have to be just leftovers…you’ll get everything I have to offer you. You’d like that so much, wouldn't you Twinkie?" Twinkie nodded as she shivered and gushed juices all over her legs. At that instant of pure ecstasy, she couldn't believe this is what had become of her life, and she loved every single minute of it. (To be continued…) wander1966