The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

2017 UPDATE & BACK STORY: A WORLD OF CONTRASTS

Opening scene: The tall, attractive young black woman was wearing an old faded black sleeveless shirt with gold script “ghetto queen” on the chest, sporting pointy gold fingernails, squared gold glittery toenails, and barely knee length spandex Capri’s with well-worn gold gladiator sandals: she was easily 6ft tall, but stealthily maneuvered through the neat one story home like a panther on the hunt. Her phone’s flashlight provided illumination. She grabbed small items; electronics and any jewelry she saw and deftly dropped it into her oversized fake Celine Phantom Replica Handbag. She was about to make a clean escape, when an older, but a well preserved, elegant looking Latina woman in her 50’s walked out of her bathroom in a fancy luxe microfiber robe and slippers and confronted her with her own flash light.

“Who do you think you are and what are you doing? I call the police’ exclaimed the woman, with a pronounced accent. Turning around quickly, and then extending her sweaty hand to the woman’s face, Lashawndra merely said:

‘Sssh, hush now and be quiet.’ This seemed a weird thing to do, but the home owner’s look of shock and surprise seemed to melt away, as the woman became mysteriously speechless. Her eyes glazed over and a stupid grin formed on her face now, as the older woman’s nostrils flared. The homeowner didn’t move, she appeared to be in a deep trance.

It turned that out young Lashawndra learned early on that she had very powerful pheromones, and these pungent natural body chemicals served to distort Lashawndra’s self-image and delusions of grandeur, if not full blown narcissism.

It left Lashawndra thinking and acting like she was due some kind of Queen like adoration, from any woman who responded to the scent. She spoke to her entranced victims in a baby girl voice sometimes and often talked down to them, enjoying every minute of it of her short lived control over them.

Lashawndra turned her hand sideways, and actually wiped her fingertips on the now hapless older woman’s upper lip. The woman offered no resistance. The flashlight showed what Lashawndra looked like. A tall, fit cross between Tracy Obanna & a light skinned Serena Williams. If the cops or a witness ever described her, they’d say she was at least six feet tall (she was 6′ 1″) and approximately 175-185 pounds. She was barely 19, but she was tough and exotic looking, with the street smarts of someone older.

Her hair was wild in a flattering style: medium-short length, natural, and kinky. Her arms and legs were muscular but not huge. There was a small script tat on each ankle. Lashawndra then sternly said: “You ain’t calling nobody, you gonna go get me any cash you got stashed, then bring it to me and bow to me.”

“Si, señora said the older woman, in a dazed monotone, who then shuffled away, only to return with an upscale purse, stuffed with small bills, wrapped in rubber bands. The woman with the blank expression handed it to the young woman still deeply mesmerized, then bowed to the young stranger.

Lashawndra dropped the cash into her bag then rubbed her stomach, which was emitting a noticeable growl.

Lashawndra then ordered the woman: “Go make me some big ass sandwiches then come give me a leg rub whiles I eats em.”

Quietly the woman said “Si, señora” then shuffled off, only to return with thick pork sandwiches on Mexican bread, and a bottle of lotion in her bathrobe pocket.

Lashawndra sat in a beautiful handmade rocking chair and began to eat. The latin woman knelt in front of her and began diligently massaging lotion onto the young, demanding black woman’s strong calves, and knees.

“Yeah, that’s it, now kiss the tops of my feet’. Lashawndra ordered. The more mature woman complied, still in a trance, gently kissing any exposed flesh between the sandal’s leather. Lashawndra laughed and said: ‘tonight you gonna be wet dreaming, and touching yo self, about massaging and kissing my legs til this shit wears off, never remembering anything else about tonight, except that now you really be likin’ to look at black girls and women’s legs when you see em. You gonna be extra polite from now on, secretly thinking you’d like to give them a massage if they asked you. You understand me?!”

The entranced woman quietly said ‘Si, señora as Lashawndra enjoyed the long leg rub and devoured the sandwiches, quietly laughing to herself, about the ideas she planted.

Cut to: a montage, or series of short scenes.

Several scenes of Lashawndra committing small robberies and walking away with a fat bag filled with small electronics, followed by scenes of liquidating the items in various pawn shops, arguing every time they hand her a small amount of money.

THE ARREST

Lashawndra was about to enter her cramped 700sq ft. 2nd floor apartment at Imperial Courts, to finally kick back and take a well-deserved shower, worn out from the last few days of petty theft. She barely made a profit, as those local pawnshops were notoriously cheap. But she was promptly arrested before she even walked in the door, someone must have snitched on her she thought.

Cut to: Lashawndra getting a mug shot, her expression is smug. A jail door slams, but the women in prison don’t seem to react to the strange power Lashawndra possessed, and Lashawndra gets released with a black eye and some bruises, on her arms, but she’s still wearing her infamous ghetto queen shirt, but now it’s a bit wrinkled, evidence she had been in those fights.

Cut to: A public bus, Long Beach Station as the sign switches from Lynwood to Rancho Palos Verdes. Lashawndra muttered to herself, briskly rubbing her bruised muscular arms to keep warm. “Fuck this shit, I’m Audi. The bus disappeared into the dawn and ended up at PCH and Western in the South Bay, early Monday morning.

That’s where Lashawndra got off the bus and stopped at the large, 2 story McDonalds, where 20 nuggets were only 5 bucks. Satiated, She started walking south, followed her instincts, and randomly picked one of the 260 something numbered streets turning inland. It was 150 street numbers from her old neighborhood; she figured she wouldn’t have any hassles here, nobody to recognize her.

She walked at least 25 minutes from where the bus left her, noticing that the homes got nicer the more she walked. Before long, Lashawndra stood at the bottom of a steep hill, at the top of which, the homes had amazing views, and most likely: great stuff to grab.

Lashawndra shuffled along, looking at the homes from the street. As it turned out Lashawnda had hyperhidrosis, which simply means she perspired a lot, mostly her hands, feet, and underarms, where the body has apocrine glands.

Lashawndra wasn’t aware that her junk food diet accelerated her pheromone production, giving her this ‘special power’.

Nor did she imagine the statistically quite small chances of someone with her level of hyperhydrosis, meeting someone with extreme hyperosmia, or (super sensitive sense of smell), but that day those odds created: the ‘perfect storm’. By now Lashawndra had become rather perspired, and rather thirsty, that’s when she stopped take in her surroundings once up top.

Lashawndra rested for few moments after the long climb, a climb that left her flat feet aching just as a particular home with several elegant arches in front caught the tired teen’s eye. It looked very freshly painted and had a rich postmodern look, almost regal. Ironically it had the same number as her old apartment, that had to be an omen, thought Lashawndra. She approached it, curious about its contents, ready to case the joint. It sat at the edge of a hill, surrounded by small Cypress trees, here and there. There was a 2-car garage behind the arches, as well as several windows and a large front double door, framed by glass block.

MELODY’S BACK STORY: A TYPICAL DAY BEFORE MEETING LASHAWNDRA:

Melody, was petite and very trim, about 5ft, approximately 93lbs, with medium length deep chestnut hair, professionally cut, highlighted and styled, very chic. She was Caucasian, possibly mixed with something, so her look was mysterious and exotic. She kept her skinned tanned a very deep bronze, part real tanning part bodybuilding dye. With slightly almond eyes she was almost nymph-like. It’s hard to tell what her ancestry was she looked white and possibly something else. Except for her fashionable hairstyle, She was pretty low maintenance; and didn’t paint her nails or toenails, just a subtle clear coat. She’s never been into women and recently she was divorced. She took it in stride though. Melody had a type A personality and a pretty healthy self-esteem, or so she thought.

Melody got a great divorce settlement. She was 36 but everyone guessed 26. Her settlement allowed her to pay in full and extensively remodel her own rancher style mid century house in Rancho Palos Verdes, based on her specifications, with money left over for real estate taxes for the foreseeable future. She drafted and supervised the project and really took charge. The modern design home had an open space floor plan and post and beam design. It had two large bedrooms and 3 baths. The kitchen had an island and breakfast bar. The home had floor to ceiling glass with a view of the large balcony, surrounded by arches with a lap pool/hot tub that overlooked a city panorama.

That settlement plus her ample savings from her previous six figure job as a highly-skilled computer systems analyst with an MS degree made her life pretty sweet, she had more than enough put away after finishing the house full, she didn’t need to work, but liked to. She had ample time to relax in the sun and sit in her sauna when she wasn’t working. Even then she used her Bluetooth and consulted, developed and researched and integrated new systems, and was able to so while staying dark, fit, and striated. She had a yoga instructor type body, without an ounce of fat, both points of pride, and part of her type A personality.

Melody only worked from home, as a telecommuter, she was so good. Since she had just moved from a small beach town in the South Bay, and moved up to the hill, she was semi isolated (primarily from her ex) which is how she liked it.

Melody had the next 4 whole weeks off to decompress, before she began part time freelance work for a new firm, working solely online for them, for even better money, which she shrewdly negotiated. Her resume’ and track record was so powerful they had never met her in person, and hired her just using face time.

STARTING MELODY’S DAY—BEFORE MEETING LASHAWNDRA

HER MORNING ROUTINE:

Melody typically began her day at dawn, with a 1 hour advanced yoga routine, complete with Yoga Kurunta (yoga with ropes) and finished with some additional stretching, then made a small high nutrition smoothie (kale, almond milk, chia seed) using a ninja-bullet for breakfast & then she power walked her dog for 45 minutes.

Melody was a super diet conscious ‘foodie’, who never ate fast food, processed foods, white sugar, soda, or artificial anything. Melody’s BMI was a lean, impressive 15.5, no fat at all. Her dark tan made her muscles look striated enough to be lithe and svelte, but not anorexic, in fact, it was stunning.

On those rare rainy days she made use of her treadmill and maintained her color using expensive industrial strength self tanning lotion: Norvell Competition BLACK OUT Sunless Solution: often selected by bodybuilders, Melody just liked her being that dark.

The 2nd bedroom had been two much smaller bedrooms. Melody had walls removed to combine them into a gym/yoga/mediation center. Large, framed posters on its walls had positive mantras and yoga poses.

She walked her very rambunctious, female boxer dog, on long hill climbing walks, occasionally consulting w/clients using her blue tooth, frequently glancing at her fit bit. Her driving personality drove her to great success, using her vast computer knowledge and confident consulting skills.

With her small body type, she focused on primarily keeping her sculpted legs in amazing shape with hill climbing. It kept her butt small and very well toned. ‘Play up your strong points’ is one of her mantras, she had little positive mantra stickers and magnets all over her home as well. Reciting positive mantras was a big thing for her; they adorned her fridge and were on little wall hangings as well.

Wearing a pair of light colored cotton shorts, brightly colored new balance running shoes & a lightweight micro fiber t-shirt (with a spiritual saying) and a girl’s ying/yang symbol ball cap, Melody was classic So-Cal type A. No makeup really, and no nonsense. She was fit, and in charge.

Her laugh was hearty her smile was bright, her stride jaunty and with purpose. Her haircut, while expensive made her look easily at least 10 years younger than she age. Today, the intense Monday workout left Melody pretty worn out as well. She was still panting after climbing up those steep hills. Since this was a new neighborhood for her, she gave the walk her all, testing her limits. Planning a daily route.

As usual, Melody had a great work out and was ready to take a nice long shower and get started working on her computer, after a brief power meditation.

The exercise routine, yoga, diet and meditation allowed Melody to work relatively short hours but do amazingly well financially even working from home. She was a routine driven machine.

Today however, was going to throw things a little bit out of sync, and it change up her routine, drastically.

THE WEIRD DAY: Melody’s ‘training’ begins (WEEK 1-DAY 1)

This was going to be a weird day indeed, Monday, May 02:

A well-exercised Melody made it to the top of the hill, after that excellent workout, still breathing heavily, and then got closer to her house out of the view of the street, through the first arch, now under the cover of the front patio roof.

She was a bit surprised to see a tall, tough, sexy looking young African American woman peering into different windows of her new house. (Lashawndra had been ‘casing the joint’ for a good ten minutes, already)

Melody noticed small tats on Lashawndra’s forearms, ankles and on her triceps, but didn’t know their meanings. The young woman was dressed rather casually, showing off her perspired, muscular calves, wearing black short cut spandex Capri pants that stopped above the knee. The young woman’s gold, flat soled, gladiator sandals went up all the way to her knee with lots of buckles, and looked like they had seen a lot of use.

The crackled and faded words: ‘Ghetto Queen’ in a fancy gold script, emblazoned the young woman’s chest, the irony struck Melody as rather humorous.

The young woman peering in the windows had tousled hair, arched eyebrows and pouty lips. Melody thought she was imposingly tall. Her light, oily skin made her look younger, maybe 18-22? She was probably a neighbor’s kid, thought Melody.

Melody wasn’t that far off, even though she rarely paid attention to other women’s ages. In actuality the striking stranger was merely 19.

The young woman’s arms and legs were definitely thicker than Melody’s but they looked strong and muscular. Her breasts were at least a C cup. Melody wasn’t thrilled to see those large breasts, considering Melody always felt like she got shortchanged in the breast department. Melody’s chest was barely an A cup; she had more nipple and areola than actual breast.

Melody, while usually cheerful, and upbeat, put on a serious face but still walked her carefree walk up to the tall stranger, as she didn’t want a confrontation. She politely asked if there was something she could help her with, while glancing at her own fit bit occasionally.

Since Melody had barely moved in just 2 days ago, she hadn’t met any of the neighbors: she didn’t want to come off seeming racist, since she wasn’t at all. But this looked a tad suspicious, nonetheless.

Between pouring herself into her work, the remodel and then dealing with the divorce. Pretty much everyone that Melody knew was over the web, online. She was so new here; it could in fact be a neighbor…she didn’t know.

Melody’s dog, Antebellum, alerted, and it took all of tiny Melody’s strength, to hold her back, since she was still exhausted from the uphill walk. Melody kept giving the rambunctious dog the ‘sit’ signal, while saying ‘sit’ out loud: (all five fingers together pointed upward, tips touching each other.)

The use of this hand signal was not unnoticed by the young stranger.

Melody sternly said several times:’ c’mon, you know ‘sit’. Antebellum ignored her. Melody then looked again at the young athletic stranger who had seen the interaction.

“Hi,” she said, panting a little: “May I help you young lady?”

As far as Melody knew the tall young woman turned around for the first time. The stranger spoke with a very young voice filled with street twang and tough defiance: “Uh, I was just casing, I mean looking, to see if my ‘friend’ was home, shit.”

‘Well that certainly sounded a little suspicious’, thought Melody to herself, even though Melody often was not typically suspicious, she still watched a number of news programs, locally and internationally, but she usually gave people the benefit of the doubt.

The tough but pretty looking young woman, who looked sweaty and unkempt at the moment, simply looked at the dog and said: “Female?” more out loud than to Melody, not showing Melody any respect, thinking out loud to her self, having not even making eye contact with Melody yet.

Then the young woman did the weirdest thing, she lifted one of her arms: (which she apparently didn’t shave) and rubbed her other palm strongly under it, through the moist tuft of wiry hair, and then she held her damp hand out to the dog. Afterwards she said forcefully, “Simmer down now, bitch, calm down. Lashawndra is here, mind me.”

The dog simply whimpered, then she calmed down, wagging her tail, and quickly sat, while staring blankly at the young woman, as if waiting for another command from her.

She did that one time in training but never did for Melody.

‘Lashawndra’, thought Melody, now she knew this young stranger’s name in case she needed it later. Lashawndra held her hand out for a second more to Antebellum, with the ‘down’ sign and said: “Lay down bitch.” Astonishingly, Antebellum lay down obediently.

Melody was amazed, and caught off guard. Antebellum was NEVER that calm nor that OBEDIENT. Wow. What was this tall young stranger’s secret, she wondered? Melody let her guard down due to the astonishment.

“You just needs training” Lashawndra said coldly and flatly, looking more past Melody than at her.

Melody laughed awkwardly for a second, then said half jokingly: ‘who? Her, or me?’ Melody forced a smile. Lashawndra smiled a wide grin in return, finally looking at Melody.

Lashawndra had one of those pronounced gaps between her teeth you often see on athletes, but it worked for her. Lashawndra rubbed her other hand under her opposite under arm and took a step toward Melody rather quickly, before Melody could even react. Lashawndra brought her pit-sweat-covered-fingers right up to Melody’s face, as quickly as a Martial arts move.

Melody started to turn her face away, thinking to herself: ‘yuck, stinky arm pits, gross!’ Oddly, even as she tried to turned away: Melody’s head slowly turned back on it’s own volition, and Melody found herself then facing TOWARD the pungent hand, in fact, she was even leaning in a little without consciously wanting to.

The scent was strangely captivating, intoxicating, and oddly irresistible. Melody’s eyes involuntarily rolled strongly upward, and her mouth formed a mischievous smile, like the Joker, as some kind of automatic muscular reflex.

Just as quickly, Lashawndra placed her moist, pit sweat covered hand, right over Melody’s mouth and nose long enough to thoroughly rub her intense sweat onto Melody’s face. Oddly, Melody didn’t move. She could feel the pungent wetness from Lashawndra’s underarm on her own nose, on her upper lip, and all over her whole mouth area, and a second swipe onto her forehead and cheeks but Melody did not resist as one would expect. She stood passively, motionless.

Melody then suddenly felt very lightheaded, and a little euphoric. ‘Why’, her brain thought for only a brief moment, as the sound of her own heartbeat began to echo in her ears. Then the question ‘why’ simply vanished on it’s own as Melody stood there, quiet.

The strong bewitching scent was musky & earthy, a combination of strong valerian root and a faint acrid scent and something else that Melody couldn’t identify. Was it patchouli? Weak chicken soup?

As Melody’s ears kept ringing, distracting her, she began to feel drowsy. Melody’s own thoughts became more difficult for her to access; they were becoming distant, drifting away and fading.

However, everything that Lashawndra said to her began to sound like it was ‘echoing’ from inside Melody’s own skull. Melody’s facial expression became one of wonder, combined with mischief, as she held that wicked smile that wasn’t under her control. Soon enough, very little would be.

Melody felt her sex beginning to get inexplicably wet, and absentmindedly she licked her lips. Melody then noticed the peppery taste, slightly sour, and a sensation traveled through her body like low voltage electricity for a moment.

Then everything around Lashawndra became very out of focus, and only this Lashawndra person was clearly IN focus to her. It was weird, almost psychedelic. Melody then began quietly repeating anything Lashawndra commanded her to, although with a slight slur.

‘You need training’, repeated Lashawndra, ‘now you say it back for me, over and over’. Say: “I need training’ Lashawndra smiled wickedly. Melody began softly repeating, “I need training, I need training.”

Lashawndra looked around, making sure no one else was watching, and then she leaned in very close to Melody.

Lashawndra quietly said in her ear: “Training, yep Ima train YOU real good! It only works on some women, but boy do it work, baby. Lookin’ at you I seen you NEEDS my training, you gonna do real good, but Ima train you hard, real hard.’

Lashawndra then whispered: ‘Funny, on accident I almost told you ‘casing the joint’. Then as she stepped back at regular volume Lashawndra said: “But that shit don’t matter now. You gonna invite me inside any way, so how bout it?” she said.

Melody continued: “Train-ing, said Melody again, (in a soft monotone) ‘I need training, I.. need…training” repeatedly. Then she realized that Lashawndra had asked her a question.

“How..bout…what?” Melody sleepily replied, rather dazed, rather entranced. “Why..… inside?” Melody asked with what little thought she could summon, then suddenly she didn’t care.

Lashawndra then took Melody’s now limp arm and rubbed Melody’s hand briskly in her armpit once again, saturating it, then she lifted it up to Melody’s face, yet again. Melody offered almost zero resistance; she was becoming quite pliable now in the tall, much younger woman’s strong hands.

“Yeah, you leave it that like that for a while, breathe it in, then you go open the door for your ‘new best friend’, commanded Lashawndra, smirking. “Keep saying that for me too bitch, that’s real good’.

‘Just keep repeating: “Lashawndra is my new best friend”. She demanded. Then for a brief moment, Melody thought, ‘new best friend? I don’t even know…but then that thought too faded quickly.

Melody complied, mumbling softly to herself: ‘I need training, Lashawndra is my new best friend’ both things Lashawndra had told her to repeat, as Melanie’s will was quickly becoming numbed.

Lashawndra tapped her large, muscular foot, waiting for the door to open. “Door”. That was all Lashawndra said as she impatiently pointed an elaborate gold nail at the front door. Lashawndra was eager to see the interior now; maybe there was good shit she could steal, then bounce.

Melody was so caught up sniffing the back of her hand, feeling her crotch vibrate that she tuned out for a second. “huh”. She mumbled, Melody was in her own world, relishing in this strange new intoxicating scent she had been presented.

‘Open the door bitch, it ain’t rocket science, I done told you.’ Demanded Lashawndra. She patted Melody on the head, like a pet. “You be good now, you do what you’re told”, said Lashawndra. The dazed Melody smiled, seemingly appreciating the pat on the head and the positive reinforcement. Then she awkwardly walked like she was a puppet on a string and obediently opened the door for Lashawndra.

Melody had never seen this tall, demanding young woman before in her life, but somehow she felt almost no objection to following her impatient demands. The dog and Melody obediently waited, standing still, as if acknowledging Lashawndra as their superior, their alpha. They silently waited as Lashawndra arrogantly sauntered in first, showing off her body as she strutted. Then Melody and her dog followed her in, a few steps behind the young woman commanding them.

Melody kept sniffing the top of her hand, taking deep inhalations, her eyes alternately rolling upward, the weird smile forming an unblinking gaze at Lashawndra, again. Once all were inside the house, Melody softly asked Lashawndra a question, almost apologetically:

“What..IS, what is.. this.. amazing scent, Lashawndra?” ‘May.. I call you Lashawndra, ma’am?’ she asked timidly as if she actually needed permission to speak to the much younger woman, let alone address her the polite ma’am.

‘For now’ Lashawndra said. Then she continued: “You smells them pheromones, it turns out I gets em real strong, real strong, on account of my sweating so damned much. Only some women be reacting to them as strong as you and your dog did. That’s hella rare, hella rare. Said Lashawndra. But enough chit chat, let’s get to business.’

‘Now’: demanded Lashawndra with seriousness, she stood with her hands on her hips first, and then pointed at Melody.

ONCE, SHE HAD BEEN STRONG WILLED

“Do people say you be strong willed? Just answer me’ said Lashawndra”

Melody timidly answered: “Yes, ma’am. I have been told I am strong willed, and… independent.”

This did not please Lashawndra she shook her head no. Then said: “Hell no, that ain’t gonna work for Lashawndra’ (in the third person). She took one large step up to Melody, grabbed the petite woman her by the hair and then thrust Melody’s face deep into her damp armpit, vigorously rubbing Melody’s pretty little face into it, saturating her with strong pheromones. Then Lashawndra released her, and Melody looked even more deeply dazed, standing still but slightly unsteadily, the goofy smile formed again.

Lashawndra repeated intensely poking her one finger strongly on Melody’s forehead right on her third eye area: holding Melody’s head with her other hand.

As Lashawndra stared deep into Melody’s eyes she said forcefully:

‘As of now, you be weak willed, real weak willed. You passive, you so passive you do what I tell you bitch, no questions asked, and you like it. You like me being in charge, you like me giving all the orders, you just obey. So you now my weak willed obedient white bitch, you can’t even hold your eyes open, they closing, go to obedient sleep for me, still able to hear and obey.”

Lashawndra said this over and over until she felt Melody become very passive, and increasingly limp in her grip.

When Lashawndra felt Melody was just about to collapse, she released her grip and stepped back, simply watching Melody slowly collapse to the floor. Melody first went onto her knees, arms limp at her sides, her eye’s slowly fluttering and blank, expressionless, and then as her eyes closed, Melody fell forward, in a deep pheromone induced trance.

She collapsed face first onto Lashawndra’s size 11 feet and sandals, motionless, just resting her pretty face right on them. Lashawndra said out loud. “That’s more like it. Now breathe in bitch, and like it.” Melody continued to obey in her semiconscious state unaware where she was resting.

Lashawndra snapped pictures with her phone, as she then leaned over and gruffly posed Melody’s arms behind her, onto her back so Melody was then resting her weight on Lashawndra’s feet, pressing her face into them, with no other support. Melody’s legs were just awkwardly limp; her feet positioned the way she collapsed, like a discarded rag doll.

Lashawndra wiggled her long toes and mocked Melody: “This is where you belong bitch.” Melody helplessly inhaled those pheromones, and heard the statement. Once Lashawndra was satisfied she’d photographed and videotaped enough, she bellowed like a drill sergeant, anticipating the reaction.

“Get up and stand at attention for me bitch!”

Melody suddenly did, not knowing that she was even more deeply under the influence of the powerful pheromones.

Her lithe body instinctively snapped into upward facing dog, legs going straight and tight, the tops of her feet downward, pressing the floor. Melody quickly pushed her self up with her arms, then adjusted to downward dog pose, pushing her hips and butt upward, then immediately walked in her legs, and then stood up ram rod straight, with her arms and palms slapped tight at her sides, her expression completely blank.

“Show me this house bitch, give me the full tour, tell me everything y’all got in here” ordered Lashawndra callously, occasionally glancing at her own manicure and taping with her phone.

Now a little more stiffly than an entranced marionette, under the young woman’s command, Melody simply complied as she guided Lashawndra through her new home, obediently pointing to each room, as she listed its contents in stilted monotone, struggling for words, where she bought each item it and what it cost. She revealed the house was expanded to 2450 sq ft. covering more of the lot, enlarged from the original design.

“This.. is my.. living room, now a ‘great’ room the largest space, 15′ × 25′ furnished in ..Crate and Barrel, with vault ceilings and.. and my favorite $2000 dollar, ‘Red.. Leather, Zero Gravity Recliner Perfect Chair’ at the center,. it’s…reserved... for me.

Melody walked toward the end of the large room and turned: ‘This leads to.. my kitchen, furnished with.. Viking stainless steel appliances, and hand picked.. Travertine from, um.. Italy’.

They left the kitchen and went to the end of the living room. ‘The French doors lead to my back balcony with arches like the front, now the length of the house. It’s built into the hill. It features a small endless lap pool and adjoining hot tub, a view of the city, and overlooks these 2 ‘unbuildable’ vacant lots. It um.. ran me around $16.5 with a redwood lounging area over here..Ma’am. I use it.. to read, unwind and keep… my tan extra dark. “Mm Hmm’, said Lashawndra, as she snapped pictures with her phone. She realized she had total privacy here.

‘Show me them bedrooms and bathrooms now, obedient white bitch.” Said Lashawndra, enjoying the tour thus far.

Not once flinching by being referred to as ‘obedient white bitch’, Melody simply behaved as that for the young stranger. Melody pivoted and obediently led Lashawndra to the large, nicely furnished master bedroom off of the living room and its modern ‘Zuri leather Cadillac King size bed in white’, ($1400.00) with 2 white Henley night stands ($300.00 each) and a white enamel Blake dresser ($1700.00) All flanked with Peter Max originals, also from the divorce settlement. The large bedroom had an open beam ceiling with a pair of skylights above. Lashawndra lazily plopped her tall frame onto the King sized leather bed without removing her old worn sandals and tested it for comfort, making sure she could stretch her rather long frame out, with some room at the end. After all, this was most likely where Lashawndra would be sleeping now. Melody was another story. Lashawndra then stood up, and sauntered toward the recently remodeled bathroom, looking it over. Melody of course revealed the bathroom remodel ran over 14k as well, the house had 3 bathrooms, the other two were smaller, one was in fact a powder room.

The master bathroom however was well designed with a great looking high end, multi-head shower, a heated towel dryer and heat lamp fixtures. The walls and floors were also travertine. The frosted glass block full-length window gave ample light, but revealed only a silhouette to any onlookers if anyone could even see that high. They also had programmable multi colored lights built in. The remote controlled l.e.d. lighting of the bathroom let one select what ever color they desired. Lashawndra had a thing for remote controls.

Melody revealed the second and third bedrooms had been recently converted into single soundproof yoga, gym and mediation area. The equipment, sound system etc. were all described in detail. Pictures of various yoga poses adorned the walls. Lashawndra snapped photos of them.

Having toured the entire Rancho Palos Verde’s home, it’s accessories, layout, view, and the hi end possessions: the demanding young woman liked what she saw. Her mind began plotting. This would be a perfect score but there was no way she could carry all this stuff back to her 700 sq ft Imperial Courts apartment in Lynwood. No way she’d be able carry a damned thing up those narrow stairs to the 2nd floor.

Shit, that was an hour and a half by bus, and still 30 minutes by car, if she had a car.

Then Lashawndra had an epic brainstorm.

She abruptly commanded the 36yr old, successful divorcee to now return to the living room. Lashawndra had a better idea, much better. ‘Back to the Living room bitch.’ She ordered, snapping her fingers twice.

Lashawndra sauntered over to the upscale Red Leather Perfect chair, while Melody and antebellum obediently and silently followed her, still deeply entranced, always a few steps behind her.

Lashawndra ran her large hands across the red leather, admiring the chair. She tested the leg rest function several times, and then she plopped heavily onto the pristine chair, the focal point of the living room. It was placed in front of a gas fireplace and large flat screen. The French doors and Balcony were visible from there too. Lashawndra aggressively wiggled her shapely butt until she was positioned comfortably, then re-extended the leg rest fully and positioned her well oiled, calves & legs on it. She grimaced as she lifted and rotated her tired ankles a bit, as they cracked loudly, then she plopped her heavy, sandal-clad feet back onto the leg rest again. When Lashawndra leaned back, the chair elevated her feet. She exclaimed: “Hell yeah”. She liked this chair. She liked it a lot.

In fact, from now on, this was HER chair, she instantly decided. Lashawndra’s height allowed her legs to extend a couple inches beyond the chair regardless of footrest position. This would actually work out perfectly for her plan thought Lashawndra, her heels and feet just past the end, the ‘perfect position’ she thought.

Antebellum sat next to Lashawndra, and rubbed her head onto the young woman’s muscular calf, tightly adorned by the gladiator sandals, and then she looked up at Lashawndra adoringly, not moving a muscle.

Melody stood still, very quietly muttering what she had been told earlier to repeat, as it was now growing into a new mantra for her. “I need training, Lashawndra is my new best friend, I am weak willed and obedient, ” over and over. Melody wasn’t really trying to access other thoughts right now, she was focused on the mantra and the smell; those were the only thoughts her addled mind allowed in at the moment.

Unintentionally, Melody then glanced at her dog, which was motionless for some time, almost frozen in admiration of the dominant, demanding young stranger, who sat in their new home as if she in fact owned it. She was tapping her long fingers in thought, swiping her phone to look at the pictures she just took. Her mind was formulating a plan. Several minutes passed by…

Finally, Lashawndra spoke to Melody in a calmly commanding, rather satisfied voice, as if she knew something Melody did not.

“I bet you be thinking ‘you’d look pretty good doing that too, but your thinking is prolly all cloudy” she said cockily, her expression quite smug now, as she smiled a wicked grin.

Melody answered still quite dazed. ‘Doing what, ma’am?’ Melody was still obediently sniffing the back of her hand again, and was unsure where this conservation was going. Lashawndra motioned with her index finger and commanded: ‘Come.’ Melody took a few steps closer, within Lashawndra’s reach, then returned to attention.

Lashawndra then simply snapped a finger and held out her moist hand. Melody instinctively, immediately held her own hand out limply to Lashawndra, without even realizing it. Lashawndra just smiled widely and grabbed the entranced Melody’s hand, quickly pulling her in and briskly rubbed it under both her arms this time, getting it wet.

Melody made no effort to stop her, so pliant, so passively complying. Lashawndra released Melody’s hand and pointed to her nose and upper lip. Melody brought the deeply re-scented hand back to her nose, and rubbed it on her upper lip.

There it was! That deeply earthy smell again, she simply couldn’t get enough of it, and this double dose was making Melody feel really warm and squishy inside, her shapely legs felt like rubber, as they trembled slightly. Melody was now even more susceptible to Lashawndra’s suggestions and commands. Melody had blissed out for a moment, and the joker smile returned as her eyes rolled upward again.

Then Lashawndra abruptly commanded her:

‘Stand at real tight attention for me bitch, flexing and shit. I gonna ax you some questions: And you gonna answer me real honest, understand?”

Melody stood at taut attention, feet flat, legs together, arms tight at her sides. Melody’s muscles were flexed, as she answered. “yes ma’am’, like a soldier under review.

Lashawndra laughed, this bitch was calling her ma’am. She liked how Melody’s taught attention made her look very under control.

THE INTERROGATION

Lashawndra then paced back and forth with a militant demeanor and asked a number of questions often pointing a finger at the dazed woman.

Q: You got a boyfriend? A: Melody answered—‘No ma’am.’

Q: Was Melody into women? A: -Melody answered ‘No. Ma’am.’

Q: Did Melody find sweat erotic or disgusting? A: Melody answered: ‘Disgusting, ma’am’.

Q: Did she know how to give real good, ‘erotic’ foot massages or do fancy custom pedicures? A: Melody answered ‘No, ma’am feet are gross.”

Q: What about women’s feet? Melody answered an emphatic A: ‘No, ma’am women’s feet are gross too.’

As Lashawndra probed, Melody revealed that she was very much NOT into feet, or anything that remotely reminded her of feet, she usually hated to look at them, touch them and their smell. She averted her eyes from other women’s feet; unnerved they might be unclean, smell bad, have bunions or simply hammer toes.

She admitted she wasn’t a fan of flat feet either, and mentioned something Lashawndra never heard of: ‘a slight case of podophobia’—the fear of feet, the sufferer may avoid watching any kind of TV documentary on feet, or ads involving feet in print, or avert their eyes walking past a nail salon. They don’t like the sight of or touching feet. Only 1 person in 1000 suffers from that fear with varying levels of intensity.

Melody admitted she avoided certain foods: primarily cheeses, apple cider vinegar, dried apricots, Doritos, blue cheese dressing, and mushrooms which she disdained and avoided as even their smell reminded her of feet.

Melody was the type who rotated her 3 pairs of new balance sneakers daily to allow them plenty of time dry out, so they never smelled, in the house she always wore socks.

She revealed she was a total clean freak and had a very over sensitive sense of smell. She often showered a couple times per day as well.

Melody also unwittingly volunteered a lot of other information, personal and financial while under the thrall of the domineering, 19 yr old intruder. Lashawndra now knew for instance that Melody didn’t return to work online for a full month, and even then she didn’t need to, she was set. Hmmm.

During the good half hour of probing questions, Lashawndra dosed Melody again, and again, refreshing Melody’s trance and compliance. Then Lashawndra ordered Melody like a Drill Sergeant: ‘Now get on all fours for me bitch. Melody immediately complied, on her knees, palms on the floor We’re just gonna call that ‘down’ from now on.”

Lashawndra had made Melody go from taught attention to down, to kneel, a number of times, then dosed her again. Ending at down.

Melody’s palms and knees were down on the floor. “Lashawndra then said: “Lick your upper lip now bitch, and stare up at my face.”

As soon as Melody did, her regular pose on all fours changed, as her body acted on it’s own accord. Melody suddenly engaged in what scientists call: Lordosis behavior: (an aspect of sexual receptivity)

It’s a sexual response in mammals, which consists of a ventral arching of the spine like a feline.

Basically Melody’s stomach and back push down, while her butt raised upward, like a cat in feverish heat.

During lordosis, arching the back and sticking out the belly while raising the rear up, normally to accept penetration eagerly, made it obvious who was in control, and who was sexually available.

Lashawndra’s pheromones not only controlled Melody’s behavior, but they put especially receptive women in a form of ‘heat’ making them unable to resist being sexually compliant to whoever possessed those powerful pheromones, regardless of their actual orientation.

Those pheromones were exacerbated due to Lashawndra’s mild hyperhidrosis, (she sweated a lot).

In this case, Lashawndra’s pheromones basically made Melody her ‘sexual puppet’. Whether Melody understood it or not, and whether Lashawndra fully understood or not, Lashawndra simply knew her pheromones were beginning to control Melody’s body as if by remote control. Now she had to train the woman’s mind to her specs.

Staring at the dominant young stranger while being overwhelmed by the pheromones was imprinting Melody with that association. Arousal=Lashawndra, Arousal=Lashawndra. Melody had no control over her little mini twerks. She kept staring at that young face while her body rocked.

Lashawndra smiled and convulsed in laughter seeing how very susceptible this bitch was.

When Lashawndra gave the ‘sit’ signal Melody used on her dog earlier, she watched Melody herself immediately comply!

Melody instantly sat perfectly with palms still flat on the ground, arms between her knees, and her feet now flat under her, unaware of what was happening.

Melody passively looked up at the tall young woman with what appeared to be obedience & awe, her expression otherwise blank. Her jaw was slack, and her mouth was wet.

Now getting excited about her growing power, Lashawndra put her hands on her hips and then patted her soft belly, which wasn’t too big. It just wasn’t flat, toned and ripped, like Melody’s was.

At 6ft 1″ tall, sturdy Lashawndra actually weighed 185, with a BMI of 24.9. ‘Tall, and sexy’ Lashawndra thought to herself.

Lashawndra then spoke with commanding authority: “I read on the internet they done some study, showing black women with a few extra pounds have a better self esteem than thin little white bitches do.

Did you know that?” inquired Lashawndra.

Melody stammered and answered in slight monotone having trouble finding words: “Um, uh, I.. didn’t know, ma’am.. ” replied Melody, she was so confused, having trouble making sentences.

Lashawndra interrupted her. “I wasn’t finished, so don’t talk bitch, til I command you to speak!” she demanded. ‘Understand me?’ asked Lashawndra.

Melody felt herself shrinking even more, ‘yes ma’am’ she said very softly and then remained quiet, obeying the arrogant, bossy young woman.

Lashawndra refreshed her palms with her armpit scent and re-dozed Melody.

A stronger blank expression grew into that mischievous grin as Melody awaited more commands.

“Now: demanded Lashawndra: Strip naked for me white bitch, get undressed for your new roommate.

Your roommate Lashawndra: I read this is what Lashawndra means’: Lashawndra then read from her phone:

‘Lashawndra: You complete what you start. You got executive ability, you a leader. You wise and appreciate beauty. (she took a selfie) You bold, independent, interested in research an shit. You know what you want and why you want it. You are always looking for an opportunity. I done found one…today.

Let’s see that skinny body, I wanna see what I’m getting for my money. Toss them clothes in a pile then stand at perfect attention when you done, all flexed an’ shit, then ask your Queen how you can serve her. Cause Ima tell you what to do from now on.’

From sitting like a trained dog, Melody rose to her feet with her yoga adherent’s poise and obediently removed her conservative dog walking clothing, her modest shirt, her little sports bra, her pants, her conservative panties, and just tossed them into a pile on the floor.

She revealed a rather tight, very fit, very deeply tanned body, sporting rock hard abs, no tats, and a conservative extended bikini wax. Lashawndra thought to her self, that’ll be a Hollywood wax in no time.

Queen Lashawndra then dictated to the naked woman: ‘From now on, unless you leave My house, by My command: NAKED is your New Uniform now: Repeat to me: “Naked is my uniform, You serve your ebony Queen Nude now, you like being trained and you are eager to please me, You belong at my beautiful ebony feet, do you understand me, obedient bitch?’

In a slight Monotone: Melody repeated “I understand ma’am, Naked is my uniform. I serve my Queen Nude now, I like being trained, I’m eager to please you and belong at your.. beautiful.. ebony feet’, there was almost imperceptible hesitation the first time, but a little less with each repetition.

Melody was unaware each repetition was implanting a mantra that was to take over her existence. Without realizing it, Lashawndra was combining flooding/exposure and operant conditioning. She laid down her rules to the entranced Melody:

As Queen Lashawndra’s loyal subject, the only clothes Melody had to worry about now were Queen Lashawndra’s. Maintaining them, constantly pampering her Queen’s feet and even adoring her footwear would be Melody’s primary duties now. Melody was to be deeply, deeply trained. This was something Lashawndra had imagined doing for years.

Lashawndra then gave Melody the dog signal ‘ lay down’ and harshly said: ‘Close your eyes and lay down’ as Melody often used on Antebellum. Melody went from attention to kneeling then began leaning forward with her arms out stretched in front, palms on the floor, her knees beneath her, the tops of her feet and chest pressed onto the floor, as if lying prostate to Lashawndra. Melody faced forward, her face now mere inches from Lashawndra’s large sandaled feet. Her eyes were closed but her sightline was the front of the sandals and toes. She was more obedient than Antebellum now. “Now lip your lips again bitch.” Melody was dosed again and felt that wave of pheromone pleasure. Lashawndra spoke: When you open your eyes you gonna really like what you see, now stare at my feet, realize how beautiful they are, keep running those mantras in your head.” Demanded Lashawndra. ‘Now-Stay” demanded Lashawndra, smirking.

Melody remained in that pose, for some time while Lashawndra continued, snapping photos with her phone and occasionally nonchalantly swiping it, then returning her attention back to Melody who was still staring at those feet, feeling that pheromone arousal. She could see under the toes and between them as Lashawndra took pictures, her feet occasionally flexing. Melody kept staring, re-running her mantras.

Lashawndra said flatly: “ remember: I talk: You obey, I make all the rules, you just follow them.’ Now, Tell me who makes all the rules.” Said Lashawndra.

Melody answered: “You make all the rules, I just follow them.”

Having seen Melody’s response to the pheromones, so far, Lashawndra expected this successful woman 17 years her senior would simply comply with the 19 year olds’ outrageous demands, it was indeed a power trip for her.

Lashawndra watched for a moment, as Melody remained in lay down position, unmoving, except for slight pelvic trembling. Her body aroused as she continually stared at those feet.

Lashawndra had another test to show her power and control over the hapless woman:

“Now kneel for me,” demanded Lashawndra. Melody brought in her arms, pushed herself to kneeling, hands on her knees, back straight, sitting on her feet. A rather ordinary yoga Vajrasana kneel, but not the exact kneel Lashawndra wanted.

Lashawndra frowned and shook her head no, then forcefully guided her. “Elbows locked, arms straight behind your back bitch! Fingers locked together tight, your chest pushed up real high, your head way up, staring right at me, waiting for my next command.’

Melody complied, staring at the angry young face.

Lashawndra instructed: ‘this is now your ‘go to’ pose; this is how you will ‘always kneel to me’ or any sista I say you kneel to, breathing only through your nose. You are submissive and obedient to your new best friend, your new Queen, and all her ebony girlfriends.’ Lashawndra then said: ‘add that to your mantra’.

Melody stayed motionless. “Submissive and obedient to your new best friend, your new Queen, and all her ebony girlfriends’ was also looping in Melody’s head now. Her pose was breathtaking to see.

‘Now, stand!” bellowed Lashawndra. Melody brought in one leg, then the other and Melody snapped to standing at rigid attention again. Lashawndra ordered Melody to flex her legs once in a while (so Melody wouldn’t faint unexpectedly).

Lashawndra looked over her new loyal subject as one would look over a horse one wishes to purchase. Lashawndra breathed hard into Melody’s face, commanding her to inhale deeply. When she did Melody’s eyes grew wide, enchanted by her new ‘best friends’ breath.

Melody was commanded to slowly rotate in place, to show her teeth, to raise and lower her arms, to do slow wide squats, and then stand on tip toes and reach up high. Lashawndra saw Melody had no tattoos; and her skin was deep bronze with very little fat.

Lashawndra again roughly squeezed Melody’s nipples, slapped her ass, and walked around her like a general inspecting a troop, sizing Melody up. Lashawndra pushed the back of Melody’s knee to watch Melody struggle to regain standing at attention from almost losing her balance. Every few minutes Lashawndra would rub Melody’s face with her freshly pheromone scented palm.

Lashawndra then both ordered and physically posed Melody in different poses as if Melody was merely a store mannequin, and took pictures with her phone. Melody was posed saluting, at attention, like a dummy in a store window, kneeling while hugging Lashawndra’s long leg, her lips kissing Lashawndra’s knee, on all fours with her tongue out as Lashawndra pushed her butt up to it, and kissing the bruises on Lashawndra’s arms. Lashawndra laughed at the extent of her control already as she reviewed the shots, leaving Melody waiting on all fours while she did.

Lashawndra then rubbed her index finger under her own lips, then stuck that wet slippery finger into Melody’s mouth. “Suck it”. She ordered. Melody did.

“You didn’t earn that treat yet, but you love it and want it, for you it’s a reward.” Lashawndra said, a bit full of herself.

Abruptly, Lashawndra then used the ‘kneel’ signal again and watched Melody quickly revert to her go-to, kneeling obediently, with a vacant yet mischievous look forced on her face by the powerful pheromones, and the taste of young Lashawndra’s saliva.

Lashawndra then stood closely in front of Melody, her powerful frame towering over her once again.

Melody was kneeling in obedience looking up at her ‘new roommate’. Melody’s addled mind thought Lashawndra looked so tall that way, so imposing. Lashawndra moved her leg forward and stomped her size 11-gladiator sandaled foot between Melody’s thin, bronzed legs. Lashawndra moved even closer, with her oily calf and knee pressed firmly against Melody’s tight stomach.

Lashawndra then pushed her muscular thigh against Melody’s almost flat chest, and the oil from her leg rubbed onto Melody while Lashawndra applied pressure, displaying her dominance, youth, and strength.

Marking Melody with the oil from her legs also illustrated Melody was merely a possession to Lashawndra now.

Lashawndra then crossed her arms again, rubbing each hand under the opposite arm and then put her palms strongly under Melody’s chin and held Melody’s face firmly, as she spoke lay down to her, her voice echoing again. To keep her balance, Melody actually needed to lean in, now pressing up against the younger woman. Lashawndra continued her rant.

“That study said that the few extra pounds didn’t hurt our self esteem at all, and I think that’s pretty true, don’t you?” Lashawndra asked her, already suspecting the answer she would receive from her entranced victim. Melody was her new pet, thought Lashawndra. Her new personal servant, ready to become whatever Lashawndra wanted her be. Her response to the pheromones was like none she had ever seen before.

Lashawndra continued: She apparently had memorized this review like Sam Jackson memorized a bible verse for Pulp Fiction. ‘dietsinreview.com said something like 66% of ‘large’ Ebony women had HIGH self esteem, while only 41% of skinny little white bitches did. You naturally got lower self-esteem, and when I am done, you ain’t gonna have none, you can already feel it fading already. Lashawndra waved a hand.

Lashawndra cockily continued: “White Women with little bitty breasts, looking like a little waif: they be the ones with NO self esteem, understand?’ “Um…sure… yes, ma’am Melody said”, not having read that article, or really even remembering the question, she was just agreeing with the dominant stranger.

Hell, I can tell that you done READY, to do WHATEVER a strong Ghetto Queen commands you to do.” Lashawndra said smugly, with defiant confidence. “You gonna follow ALL my commands, I’m gonna cure your foot phobia, for good!”:

Lashawndra demanded of Melody, in a slow, controlled tone she grabbed Melody’s face and stared into her eyes: ‘As of NOW you ain’t got No self esteem, you be like a Dog at my feet, you just excited to be there, you know you belong at my ebony feet, you wanna be underneath them, pampering them, really into them, you so fucking passive for me, admiring me, obeying me.”

Now repeat that over and over, softly and in your mind.’ Melody began quietly repeating under her breath: ‘I ain’t got No self esteem, I’m like a Dog at your feet, I’m just excited to be there, I know I belong at your ebony feet, I wanna be underneath them, pampering them, really into them, I’m so fucking passive for you, admiring you, obeying you.”

Lashawndra continued: “You see this shirt bitch? I went on line, read Cleopatra had a real strong scent power like I do. She was A queen. Did you READ it? Tell me the truth. She asked Melody, who then replied meekly. “I guess I thought.. the shirt was funny… at first, ma’am.” she said almost apologetically, feeling her self esteem dissolving away, as the urge to be under Lashawndra’s feet began to grow within her overriding her phobia.

Melody darted the occasional glance at the tough size eleven and a half feet, their veins pulsating whenever Lashawndra flexed them. They were so big, so vascular, so strong looking; the pedicure glistened. Melody began imagining them unleashed from those sandals, she couldn’t help it.

Lashawndra snorted: “It ain’t funny bitch,” she said. “It’s the truth. I AM QUEEN Lashawndra, and YOU are just my ‘Obedient, loyal subject, my…personal servant’. Lashawndra looked around at her surroundings again, smiling at her new home, how well it was appointed, then said rather flatly: ‘Repeat that over in your head too: I am Queen Lashawndra’s obedient loyal subject, her personal servant’. Melody now had added that to her repeating inner dialogue. Her mantra was growing.

‘I am Queen Lashawndra’s obedient loyal subject, her personal servant’ played on an endless loop in Melody’s mind. Lashawndra continued in the third person:

‘Queen Lashawndra is gonna kick it here now, in your crib, which now: be MY crib. See, YOUR skinny ass is gonna wait on Queen Lashawndra, hand and foot. Especially foot. You gonna take good care of ME, cater to ME, kneel to me and obediently serve ME, totally under My control. You can add that too! She said. Lashawndra congratulated herself.

‘Shit, I realized I don’t need to ‘rob’, your ass, I’ll just move the fuck in; this house is Mine now, and everything in it too. I just got a serious upgrade and my very own maidservant.” She stated as a matter of fact, while looking at her manicure calmly, smiling.

Lashawndra then leaned in very close to Melody, breathing in her face on purpose and looked Melody deep in the eyes. “You so skinny with no damned titties, and that little chicken body you got, you be like a tiny helpless Chihuahua, and I be like a big strong pit bull. Now: Who would be the dog in charge? Who gonna win that fight?” Lashawndra asked Melody, as she nodded her head cockily.

“Um… the pit bull ma’am”. Melody said sheepishly, she was so dazed, and, slightly slurring. She loved the smell coming off Lashawndra’s hands as Lashawndra held her face. It was amazing, overpowering. Lashawndra then loudly commanded: “YOU ain’t got NO self esteem now, NONE! I am the pit bull, your self-esteem be gone, all gone!

You can’t wait to serve me, to get to these pheromones you love. You be so low, you know you BELONG at my ebony FEET. You crave them, you obsessed. Because I am your QUEEN, and you are my lowly subject.” Lashawndra announced.

The much younger woman was laying it out for the Melody, planting the seeds of how it was to be.

As Melody’s self esteem quickly dissolved to absolutely nothing, the feeling was almost palpable for her. Lashawndra’s words burrowed deep into Melody’s brain, as Melody kept sniffing hard for that amazing scent. As Melody’s self-esteem fully vanished so did any objections to performing these degrading acts on the arrogant stranger.

Then Lashawndra instructed Melody on an additional pose.

“When I command you to “submit” and show this signal (palm up fingers up) you roll right onto your back, legs and feet up in the air, a little limp at the knee, elbow, and wrist like a submissive female dog, a bitch, eager to please her mistress. In your head you just keep repeating: ‘I eagerly submit to Lashawndra.’

Now ‘Crawl over to me bitch, really slow, whimper, and grovel: then sniff and kiss my sandals, you love the smell of the leather, and of me, while you be callin’ me your Queen, tell me my feet are beautiful! Tell me you fallin’ in love with my ebony feet cause they so awesome, you never seen such big and beautiful feet, you can’t resist em, or anything about em.

Let me see do it: NOW” Lashawndra aimed her phone at the ever more hapless Melody and began recording the degradation, making sure Melody looked straight into the camera.

Melody inched forward slowly; softly whimpering and then she kissed, and then gently licked the tops of the worn gold sandals, and the sides, uttering repeatedly, “You are my Queen Lashawndra. You are my Queen. Your feet are so beautiful, I’m falling in love with your ebony feet, I never saw such big and beautiful feet before, I can’t resist them, or anything about them” Lashawndra let this continue for a good 15 minutes,

Lashawndra kept tell Melody: “See, that’s not so bad, it’s good, you’re fallin in love.” Then she crossed her arms and loudly demanded: “ Now stand up again bitch.”

Melanie returned to standing at attention.

The naked woman was truly several shades darker than her young ‘queen’, having cultivated and maintained her tan for some time. This was not to Lashawndra’s liking at all.

Some might say it was a ‘cultural appropriation’ (not a phrase Lashawndra would use, she simply knew she was pissed her off this white girl was far darker than she was) Lashawndra would have Melody correct this by bleaching her skin to alabaster, the quickest way possible, using multiple daily applications of pharmacy grade hydroquinone cream, Benoquin ointment, and kojic acid. At least Lashawndra read that’s how Michael Jackson got so damned ‘white’.

FROM OBEDIENT SERVANT TO FOOT SLAVE

Lashawndra’s moist hands were holding onto Melody’s face, Melody waited for what to do next.

Then Lashawndra fought back a powerful sneeze, and finally couldn’t any longer, and sneezed into her own hand. Now the training from a simple servant to kinky foot slave was about to begin.

‘Now, bitch, lick my hands and my fingers clean’ demanded Lashawndra. Melody lowered her head so she could humbly lick the palms of Lashawndra’s large hands, making everything echo even more. Lashawndra kept repositioning her hands so Melody could really lap it all up, kissing and licking those hands and long fingers clean. Then Lashawndra spoke again, more intensely if that’s even possible.

“Accept that Lashawndra is in total control, now. You just my helpless puppet—bitch! I control you. You just an accessory that came with this house, do you understand? Obey!”

With her middle finger Lashawndra thumped the center of Melody’s forehead, then quickly grabbed Melody’s hair, and lifted Melody to almost standing, but not fully standing. Melody was awkwardly half bent over, her face now in perfect alignment with Lashawndra’s perspired armpit, which had just the slightest amount of hair, dewy with perspiration, ripe with her strong young scent.

With Melody offering zero resistance, her arms limp at her sides, Lashawndra positioned Melody’s continuously licking mouth from her palm to under her arm then aggressively pressed Melody’s compliant face into her arm pit. Lashawndra strongly held the back of Melody’s head, moving all around the aromatic pit, rubbing it up and down to make sure Melody got everything.

Melody found her tongue scraping against the pheromone-laden pit, sucking Lashawndra’s skin hard, and chewing on the underarm hair, trying to fill herself up on any flavor she could receive from Lashawndra. She suckled as the younger woman demanded; she could feel it trickle down her throat, increasing her intoxication, her arousal.

Melody could not believe how her body was reacting. Her crotch was vibrating beyond her control. She had never been into women before: Ever. Not even in college. But suddenly she craved this angry young woman’s flavor, and could not resist her earthy scent or her direct commands.

Melody now found herself wanting to be extremely submissive to the stranger, to obey this arrogant young woman, despite their age difference. To do what she was told when Lashawndra commanded was becoming natural, instinctive. Obeying was becoming a reflex.

Lashawndra led Melody to the recliner and the now naked Melody walked obediently but awkwardly, like a puppet, on her tiptoes not allowing her face to separate from the armpit of her young puppeteer.

It was quite a site, the tall young black girl: fully dressed, cavalierly leading the successful white divorcee, by the hair, thru her own home, only to have her kneel naked before her and eagerly lick her sweaty armpits, craving the pheromones of the domineering young stranger.

Lashawndra strongly plopped back in the chair with a sarcastic expression, and put her other arm up then simply snapped a finger, pointing at her other armpit. Melody instinctively knew what she was to do under Lashawndra’s command.

Melody gracefully moved to the other side of the chair then intentionally stood with her arms slack and shoved her pretty face into that armpit, using as much force as Lashawndra used on her. Melody was licking, sucking, chewing, and craving those pheromones, nothing else mattered to her but that scent, that pheromone ‘buzz’.

Melody began whimpering softly. It seemed like an out of body experience for her, she saw it happening but didn’t know it was her, eagerly debasing herself to satisfy her ever increasing, intense craving for the young intruder’s pheromones, sweat, scent, and flavors. Pleasing Lashawndra meant everything now.

Lashawndra grabbed Melody’s hair again and pulled her from the little heaven under the 19 year olds’ armpit. Melody’s expression was one of wonder and compliance, punctuated by mild confusion. Had she somehow displeased Lashawndra? Had she upset her young ebony Queen?

Still gripping Melody’s hair, Lashawndra extended an index finger, and showed Melody her elaborate long nail, as she touched Melody’s little button nose.

“You be so tiny and so sweet, you did good sucking on my fingers, licking my palms, sucking my nails clean, now lets see how you does on my toes, now kneel where you really belong.” Lashawndra smirked, ready to test her power some more.

Constantly wearing flat-soled gladiator sandals,, often for days at a time: left Lashawndra with tired legs and aching feet: from fallen arches, a common malady. She constantly wanted her sore feet pampered. As sexy and dominating as knee high gladiator sandals are, the fact they are flat offers zero arch support, giving most wearers tired, aching feet and calves.

Lashawndra had been wearing her gold gladiator sandals since 2 days prior to her last arrest Friday, all through her weekend jail stint and now it was Monday. She never took them off, ironically fearing they’d be stolen. Now having been worn 6 long days, 24/7, they were definitely ready to be removed. After almost a week, Lashawndra finally felt they could come off safely and not be taken, certainly not at ‘her’ new house.

Melody couldn’t take her eyes off that youthful, angry face, or know if she was pleasing her ‘new best friend and roommate, her Queen’. In Melody’s entranced mind, she now required Lashawndra to ‘train her’, and felt she must obey Lashawndra. Her mouth was merely there to clean Lashawndra’s hands, and to pamper and clean her feet.

Lashawndra’s voice still echoed in Melody’s head, as Lashawndra then pointed to her tired, glistening, size 11 feet. So worn out and aching from their time trapped in those sandals, they were next.

Lashawndra wiggled her long toes in those well worn, gladiator sandals, then said commandingly to Melody:

“I am Queen Lashawndra, so what does that make you: white bitch?” Melody was so out of it, between the echo and everything else but Lashawndra being out of focus, but she knew the answer. Melody sheepishly said: “ I am your…obedient loyal subject…my Queen, your personal servant.’

Lashawndra laughed out loud then said firmly: “YEAH that’s right! You ARE my obedient loyal subject, my personal servant”: Melody’s pussy vibrated a little, that sounded so hot to her all of a sudden, hearing Lashawndra confirm it, conditioning her more with each mantra she implanted.

Lashawndra continued: “I got more Rules: In this house, only your Ebony Queen can use the furniture now, and you: my lowly white servant must always kneel at my feet, pampering and admiring them. Obedient white bitch, you belong at my beautiful ebony feet. You are not permitted on any furniture unless I order it.

You will kneel and grovel at my feet, memorizing everything about them. You are excited to lie under them. You gonna fall deep in love with my feet, every single thing.. about them. They gonna be part of your dreams, cause you obsessed. Pampering my ebony feet finally gives your life a purpose now.” Said Lashawndra. Being underneath ebony feet is your proper place. So be it.”

“Now, Obedient personal Servant: Show your Queen how you are gonna care for her tired feet, they needs to be pampered, really pampered, they been trapped in these sandals too long. Make sure you notice and memorize everything about em.” Lashawndra commanded the entranced woman.

‘Now ask real good if you can pamper my feet, ask me if you can be my personal foot slave, tell me that finally gives your life a purpose’ she demanded.

Melody complied: “May I please pamper your feet ma’am May I please be your personal foot slave? It finally gives my life a purpose.’ Lashawndra nodded, then demanded: “Show me your proper place bitch, show me a preview how you gonna treat my feet, from now on.” Lashawndra turned on the video function of her phone, ready for a show.

REMOVING HER QUEEN’S SANDALS FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME

Melody gracefully moved to a submissive kneeling position at the end of her own beautiful, ‘Red Leather chair’, formerly her absolutely favorite chair. This was a brand new recliner that previously NOBODY else was EVER allowed to sit in, but that had been changed.

It was upscale furniture, purchased to celebrate Melody’s recent divorce settlement. It was supposed to be celebrating Melody’s new independence. Now, none of that mattered. The chair would now simply reinforce the increasing dominance of this angry young woman, and the increasing submission of Melody, as well as the end of Melody’s independence.

In Melody’s mind, as of now, the mantra echoed, “ONLY Queen Lashawndra was permitted to sit there, or use all the other furniture—only Queen Lashawndra. In fact,Queen Lashawndra could use ALL the furniture, but obedient servants knelt at their Queen’s feet, or lay down under them where they belonged,” thought Melody to herself now, in a loop created by Lashawndra.

Melody then found herself incredibly excited, to be kneeling at the young Queen Lashawndra’s imposing feet.

She began to run her hands firmly and smoothly down Lashawndra’s powerful calves, deftly tracing the gold lattice, quivering at those calves’ strength and solidity, she tightly gripped her hands around the sturdy ankles, gasping when she squeezed and felt how solid they were, as Lashawndra’s powerful pheromones wafted up directly to Melody’s nose from Lashawndra’s mammoth feet.

From her position kneeling before Lashawndra, Melody pressed her almost flat chest against the thin worn soles of Lashawndra’s sandals, as she looked up the length of those strong legs, and those powerful young thighs. They seemed even longer and more intimidating from her vantage point. Melody’s hands began gently touching and stroking those beautiful size 11 feet, tracing the visible veins with her fingers, as her nipples became noticeably erect.

“Now remove my sandals, bitch: praise and worship them first, then show me how low you be, impress your young Queen” Ordered Lashawndra.

Melody was now deeply focused on the task of removing sandals from the beautiful vascular feet of the intense young woman.

Amazingly, less than a couple hours ago… Lashawndra had been a complete stranger to Melody, casing her house for petty theft. Now she was moving in, and Melody was not only ok with that, but suddenly eager to make love to Lashawndra’s huge ebony feet and do anything else Lashawndra rudely demanded of her.

This bossy young woman was in her house, in Melody’s favorite chair, ordering Melody around as if Melody was some lowly naked servant, using dog commands on her. Lashawndra fully expected Melody to worship her huge young feet and even worship her beat up old sandals!

Melody didn’t understand why, but she now desperately wanted to worship the young African American woman’s feet and sandals. But first she would have to remove them. Lashawndra wore tightly strapped, 8 adjustable buckled, gold Leather Knee High Gladiator Sandals by Marcelino. (about 38 bucks) Each leather strap was tightly adjusted, so it took some effort to unbuckle each one. Melody’s fingers grew tired and her brow began perspiring in her haste to obey her young Queen.

Has this been anyone else, at any other time, Melody would have simply called the police! But as it was now: Melody’s only desire was to make love to those large beautiful feet, licking and sniffing and sucking every inch of them, in an effort please this Lashawndra person, now known as ‘Queen Lashawndra.’

Melody was slowly learning that she belonged at Lashawndra’s feet. Melody craved access to those big strong African American feet, and to be under them.

Untying the last buckle on the first sandal, Melody eagerly pulled it off the long shapely leg, fully releasing Lashawndra’s hot scent.

Melody then gasped with excitement and wonder when she revealed the deep lattice imprints on the caramel calves and feet of Lashawndra. They were finally released from 6 long days of non-stop gladiator sandal wearing.

Melody carefully removed the still warm, flat-soled gladiator sandals, as if they were some holy artifacts, then she meekly looked up at Queen Lashawndra for her approval.

Lashawndra, still filming, her expression quite cocky, nodded her head. Then Melody looked at the noticeable dark footprint that Lashawndra’s foot had deeply stained into the insole of the sandals (from constant wear and perspiring).

It was a perfect impression of Lashawndra’s beautiful feet. Melody carefully raised the sandal to her face and began to slowly sniff it, as the intoxicating scent and pheromones wafted deeply into her nostrils. Melody’s nostrils flared and her eyes rolled upward as the chemicals overwhelmed her, increasing her daze.

Melody now didn’t care where these sandals had been, or how long Queen Lashawndra had worn them. She needed to worship them now. Melody began eagerly sniffing harder, filling her head with their pungent scent, pushing them into her face. Queen Lashawndra’s exotic earthy smell. Melody’s mouth began noticeably watering. Her eyes further rolled upward as she inhaled the strong scent. Only the whites of Melody’s eyes were visible, she was so inexplicably enthralled now. The pheromones of this young woman were so very powerful; and hapless Melody was so utterly receptive to them, completely helpless. Now with zero self-esteem, and her body so eagerly malleable, Melody was ready.

Lashawndra stayed cross-armed and continued smirking victoriously as Melody began delicately and then thoroughly licking the large salty footprints from the flat leather insole of the sandal. Not deterred by the intensity or the tartness, she licked more and more, pressing her tongue hard into it.

Melody was becoming imprinted by it, programmed by it, each lick made her need another. Melody began softly moaning ‘my Queen’ as she endeavored to memorize the gifts she was presented with, the scents, and the gritty flavors.

Melody was feverishly licking Lashawndra’s worn sandal clean of Lashawndra’s deep footprint, enamored by its power, drugged by its strong pheromones. The dark saltiness Lashawndra’s feet left behind was becoming manna to Melody now. The footprint was becoming noticeably fainter thanks to Melody’s diligent licking.

Melody then removed the second sandal and did the same thing; her tongue grew rough and numb as her trance deepened.

Suddenly Melody heard the sound of a loud finger Snap, twice. Melody froze for a moment. She was waiting to hear a command from Queen Lashawndra.

Lashawndra positioned her feet tightly side-by-side, heels touching each other, the big toes touching each other.

Lashawndra wiggled and then spread her toes. Then she stopped, and the imposing pair of large, flat, glistening soles now faced Melody, beckoning her to submit. They were a little cracked at the heels, darker in some spots, and they certainly needed some TLC. Six long days in the same old sandals had left them overdue for a deep cleaning, a massage, and extended pampering.

Lashawndra nodded her head, and pointed her finger at her feet now and commanded coldly: ‘Heel, sole, toes, bitch.”

Obediently Melody then opened her mouth completely, and Lashawndra lowered her heel firmly into it, filling it, as Melody then eagerly sucked and gently scraped her teeth along the heel, desperately trying to smooth them and hungrily licked the rough cracked heels of Lashawndra clean. Melody intensely sucked on, and scraped the heels with her teeth, then carefully licked and suckled the wrinkled soles. Melody mouthed, and suckled the defined line separating the lighter sole from the darker top flesh. She kissed each little mole and every beauty mark, sighing with each one she found. She nibbled on the rough spots, and when Lashawndra lifted a foot a little off the recliner, leaving a moist spot, Melody quickly licked that up. The more Lashawndra’s feet gave her the more Melody took, a vicious cycle.

Occasionally Lashawndra would quietly say: “Yeah, white woman be like dogs, you belong at my feet, licking your Queen’s feet clean.” This was repeated over and over, now looping in Melody’s head as well.

Eagerly sucking on Lashawndra’s foot flesh, Melody worked her way up to darting her obedient tongue in between each of Lashawndra’s long toes, swallowing any morsel they yielded to her. She now had no shame, Melody didn’t mind filling herself with the flavors her Queen was giving her, she carefully pulled a toe ring off with her teeth, swished it in her mouth, used her tongue to clean it, and found she was able to put it back onto that toe using only her mouth again.

Lashawndra continually commanded her, “Big, index, middle, fourth, little.” Again and again, as Melody sucked on each of Lashawndra’s long toes as dictated, mindlessly obeying, individually, then a couple at a time.

Lashawndra commanded Melody to ‘thank her’ then run her tongue under the quarter-inch long, elaborately decorated toenails that jutted out past the flesh. Melody was sucking and swallowing any thing Lashawndra’s feet yielded to her. The peppery flavor and patchouli type scent made Melody even lighter headed, even more compliant to Lashawndra, ever more in love with those large Amazon feet. Melody’s pelvis twitched back and forth as she worked Lashawndras feet.

Groveling at this arrogant young black woman’s feet, eagerly mouthing every part of them was where Melody belonged. It kept echoing in her addled mind. Melanie was indeed ‘falling in love’ with Lashawnda’s feet, and her every sense only deepened it.

Melody was beginning to love their earthy smell, the subtle malt vinegar scent, their moist acrid taste, and the way they felt so strong while filling her mouth, and then smothering her small face. She was learning to love when they were gruffly rubbed all over her compliant body, unable to resist.

Melody continued as Queen Lashawndra repeated over and over: “Yeah, you love Lashawndra’s ghet-toes, You obsessed with Lashawndra’s ghet-toes, you’re becoming some kinda foot freak now, a foot freak for ebony soles and ebony feet. You’re a kinky foot freak for your betters. You wear that scent like it’s an honor, now rub my feet all over you bitch.”

Melody obediently rubbed Lashawndra’s feet all over her face, her chest, her arms. She covered herself with Lashawndras scent, obliterating her own, she was eagerly marking herself as little more than Lashawndra’s property now.

That’s a good girl, now you learnin’ your lowly place white bitch, you’re my good little licking girl, and that’s all you are.”

Lashawndra turned her phone to record again: ‘Now suck my toes like a porn star bitch.’ You belong to Lashawndra now. You belong to Lashawndra. Being under an ebony sista’s feet is where you belong. Now Say it! Tell the camera you’re my little licking girl.’

Melody panted between licks not caring she was being recorded: ‘Being under an ebony sista’s feet is where I belong. I belong to Lashawndra now. I’m your little licking girl’ moaned Melody, doing her best porn star face as she degraded herself, stretching her mouth open wide to cram in all five toes, bobbing her head, up and down, almost triggering her gag reflex, but not caring, as Lashawndra giggled.

Queen Lashawndra then pointed to the tops of her large feet, her flesh was quite indented from the snug straps of the gladiator sandals. Lashawndra told Melody: “You like the pretty pattern, but you need to lick it away.”

Melody simply whispered: ‘pretty’ and then eagerly licked the tops, roughly pressing her mesmerized tongue hard and flat, licking the impressions and marks the sandals left on Lashawndra‘s feet. Melody went up her ankles, then her calves, eagerly rubbing her tiny face onto Lashawndra’s razor stubble. Melody was sucking to obtain all sebum and pheromones, just to get any taste those sandals left behind, on that beautiful ebony skin. ‘Such beautiful ebony skin’, thought Melody. She was so aroused submitting to the young queen’s strong legs and feet.

Lashawndra then demanded:’ Now thank me bitch: thank me for letting you clean my beautiful Queen feet this way’ The deeply dazed Melody replied: “Thank you Queen Lashawndra, thank you for letting me clean your beautiful Queen feet this way’.

Lashawndra told Melody: ‘she was only worth whatever Lashawndra said she was worth, and everything her Queen’s feet gave Melody was a gift, an honor. Everything she sucked off them and swallowed now meant Lashawndra was inside her, and Melody was now to only think about pleasing her Queen, because nothing else mattered now. Nothing.’

“That’ll do bitch, stand up now, back at attention.” She said. Melody rose with poise and, then immediately snapped back to taught attention, all her muscles flexed, obediently waiting for the 19yr old to command her. Her body was quickly learning to be Lashawndra’s to command now.

Young Lashawndra kept her cell phone on video, recording the 36-year-old divorcee. “Tell me bitch, what your name is’ said Lashawndra. In a slight monotone Melody answered. “My..name..is..Melody?” Lawshawndra barked out a command: “Nope, from now your name is: ‘Little Licking girl—Queen Lashawndra’s personal servant, understand?’

“Yes ma’am” answered Melody. Then Lashawndra asked: “Now: Whose obedient servant are you bitch, and what your name?” Melody answered: “I..am.. Queen Lashawndra’s obedient personal servant, my name is: little licking girl.”

‘Again!” demanded Lashawndra.

Melody repeated: “I..am.. Queen Lashawndra’s obedient personal servant, my name is little licking girl.”

Melody had to repeat this over and over for at least 30 minutes, keeping taught muscle-flexed attention before Lashawndra continued.

Melody was perspiring and her voice sounded raspy, she had been training for some time.

Lashawndra inquired: “Answer me honest, you ever been with a woman before?”

Melody answered: ‘No..my Queen, never”

‘Have you ever had a thing for feet?’ Lashawndra asked again.. ‘No my Queen, I never have’ answered Melody.

For her great amusement Lashawndra then said on camera: “Then why you all naked and sucking on my tired ebony feet then bitch?”

Melody answered automatically: “Like ..a dog, white bitches belong licking their ebony Queen’s feet, I am in love with Queen Lashawndra’s feet. I am being trained…I… belong under her ebony feet.”

Lashawndra then brought her feet close together, the sides touching each other angling the soles like a V. Her phone camera was still on as she strongly commanded Melody: “Show me how good your white face fits where it belongs bitch. Melody knelt, her arms limp at her sides, then leaned in to the V formed by the big flat wrinkled soles and buried her small face, holding perfectly still. “Wear it!” said Lashawndra, and Melody began gently moving her head just enough to rub Lashawndra’s scent all over her head and face again, as Melody then moaned softly.

Lashawndra laughed out loud at her amazing progress in just that morning, Melody was quickly becoming her very own: shameless, deviant foot worshipping slave, licking several days of scent, flavor, and funk from her feet and her old sandals.

Lashawndra pulled her feet away then Lashawndra asked Melody: “Can you cook bitch? Because you look like you never eat. You so small and skinny and tiny: ain’t you, little licking girl? Fucking foot freak.” Lashawnd said derisively, snickering even though it she who had created that.

The deeply entranced, stupified Melody knew the answer, and in half monotone repeated what she said in her mind that day thus far: “Yes, ma’am, I am small, I am skinny and I am tiny.”

Lashawndra asked: “Who you obey, who your work for and serve bitch?”

Melody answered “I obey my big strong Queen: Lashawndra” she said. “I am.. your helpless puppet, I am little licking girl, I serve you ma’am as your personal servant.”

“Damn right, said Lashawndra, and you like my feet too don’t you bitch?”

Melody automatically answered: “I am falling in love with Queen Lashawndra’s feet. I belong under her ebony feet.”

Queen Lashawndra extended her thick leg and roughly touched Melody’s crotch with her large, freshly pampered, glistening bare foot, and a wave of pleasure ran over Melody.

Melody quivered, allowing her legs to accommodate the large foot between them. Melody squeezed tightly around the arrogant young stranger’s foot. Queen Lashawndra’s other foot was then quickly raised upward to Melody’s face, and again without hesitation Melody instinctively licked the sole first, then pressed her small face as hard as she could right back into the large wrinkled sole, rolling it side to side, illustrating Lashawndra’s growing control over her, her susceptibility to the pheromones, her desire to please the young mistress.

Already, Melody had been quickly trained to be eagerly debase herself with Queen Lashawndra’s feet any time she was presented with them. She was no longer able to mind being covered with their scent, or their perspiration anymore, learning her proper place, so deeply under the influence of the pheromones, that she now idolized the dominant intruder and her tough flat feet, as she completely lacked any will to resist her.

She didn’t care if she was filmed admitting her love for Queen Lashawndra’s feet. Only Lashawndra knew what she was going to make Melody do next.

Callously and with ease, Lashawndra then moved Melody right onto her back using her strong feet, to topple Melody over onto her back. She roughly rolled the petite woman as if she was nothing but a plaything, positioning Melody into lying flat on the floor softly moaning, in awe of the young stranger’s strength. Melody’s body was easily pliant under the strength of Lashawndra’s strong legs, and Lashawndra’s feet posed Melody with compassionless detachment, if not disdain.

Lashawndra then stood up and sauntered so she was standing tall, towering directly over Melody, like an Egyptian conqueror over a slave. She stared down at her to exaggerate her height and size from this position. Lashawndra was quite imposing from her vantage point on the ground, as Melody lay helpless. She gazed up her and felt so small, powerless and yet overwhelmingly aroused by it.

Lashawndra then spoke to Melody: “In a minute, you and your no self esteem gonna go into my kitchen and make me some big ass sandwiches. “Right now, go get me something to drink bitch, your Queen is all thirsty and shit.’

Melody made rose to standing, then quickly sprinted to the kitchen and grabbed the first thing she found, some sparkling mineral water. She rapidly returned to Queen Lashawndra, who then continued:

“Remember that you serve Queen Lashawndra, now, and you do whatever I tell you to do from now on: even when this buzz wears off, do you understand me? “You do not think on your own, or remember or daydream, unless I say. Your brain only repeats the mantras I give you and you only do what I command you, dazed from my pheromones or not. Got it bitch!” said Lashawndra.

Melody was still under the influence of the pheromones, and even as they faded a little, she’d retain what she looped in her mind, to some extent. “Yes Ma’am. I understand.” Melody said compliantly, repeating back the mantra. “I serve you now, Queen Lashawndra, and will do whatever you tell me to do from now on, my brain only repeats the mantras you give me, I only do what you command” repeated Melody in quiet obedient monotone, like someone trying to memorize a speech, restricting any other thoughts.

Lashawndra then really put Melody through her paces. She wanted these commands to become reflexes, so for the next several hours Lashawndra continued.

‘Stand’ Melody rose to standing. “Always at full attention bitch” demanded Lashawndra.

Melody went to taunt attention, every muscle flexed, feet together, arms tight to her sides, palms on her legs.

‘When I say ‘back’ take three big steps back.’ Said Lashawndra. Melody complied, almost robotically.

“Come” commanded Lashawndra, curling an index finger and Melody again complied, taking three steps forward again.

‘Stand’ demanded Lashawndra again and Melody slapped back to flexed attention.

‘Sit’ said Lashawndra and Melody sat, feet flat, palms on the floor.

‘Kneel’ ordered Lashawndra again, using a hand signal, Melody quickly went back to kneeling, right to her go-to pose. It was amazing, watching how quickly Melody learned her commands as Lashawndra broke her in.

“Lay down’ demanded Lashawndra again, using a hand signal and Melody complied.

“Submit”

Melody quickly complied, rolling onto her back showing submission.

Then Lashawndra used her sandaled foot to gruffly move Melody’s arms or legs however she wished, amused at her growing control over the woman, and her lack of resistance. She even rested a foot on Melody’s throat and took a snapshot, as Melody passively let her.

The drill continued, faster: it was ‘stand’, ‘back’, ‘come’,’ sit’, ‘kneel’,‘ lay down’, and ‘submit’. After close to 100 repetitions of those same commands, without any breaks Lashawndra finally grew bored and wanted to move on as the commands continued to loop in Melody’s mind. It wasn’t even bothering her that she just rolled around the floor naked taking orders from a strange teenager for however long that was.

Lashawndra would incorporate this into Melody’s repetitive daily training, numerous times a day. Queen Lashawndra figured 500 reps a day would really burn them into Melody’s brain and her muscle memory.

At the end of the 100 reps, seeing that Melody was thirsty, Lashawndra rewarded Melody with a ‘treat by spitting into her palm demanding Melody to lick it, explaining ‘it was a gift to taste her Queen’s saliva and she was to thank her.’ Melody complied.

However, for any slip ups or mistakes, Lashawndra voiced disappointment, slapping Melody’s behind with the back of her hand, or pinching her nipples hard, saying: “I’m in charge, I make all the rules.”

Melody was given more pheromones then ordered to take 3 steps back and kneel. Once Melody was in ‘go to pose’: Lashawndra then began wildly ranting while pacing: “White women be like lowly dogs, they BELONG at my FEET, beneath me: their ebony Queen. You belong at the FEET of any SISTA I say you do, but you always loyal and obedient to ME, your Queen. And now MY FEET is something you into, way into, you be a foot freak, you are actually fallin’ in love with MY feet. And: Now you got a thing for Ebony feet: to you they got no flaws:

They can be flat, hammer toed have a little bunion, crooked or overlapped toes, it don’t matter. Ebony female feet just get you hot. They all get the same respect from you. You got no hang ups, you just a submissive, weak willed and obedient bitch! You love pampering MY feet, love it, even more than I love getting them pampered.”

The idea of groveling at Lashawndra’s massive feet had been growing on her, Melody actually ‘felt’ herself becoming increasingly more passive, more obedient, and began actually admiring Lashawndra’s way of taking charge, and how strong and tough the much younger women seemed. Now without any self-esteem to interfere, Melody would be doing the unseemly things teen Lashawndra ordered, without being able to make judgment, only obey.

Lashawndra spoke like she was teaching a class, pacing: “Here’s how it’s gonna be from now on. Kneel and open your mouth”: Melody knelt in front of her.

Lashawndra took a drink, but mineral water was not to her liking, it wasn’t soda, or Gatorade, her favorites.

Lashawndra took another mouth full though, then swished it around in her mouth for a while, mixing it with her saliva. Lashawndra then held Melody’s face, forcing Melody’s mouth open, and squirted her mouthful of swished around mineral water right into Melody’s open mouth, then pushed Melody’s mouth closed with a finger under her chin.

Melody took it without any resistance, swallowing the water. Then Lashawndra continued: Melody’s daze grew a little more intense, having swallowed the saliva filled water Lashawndra gave her.

Lashawndra paced again, “You gonna bring me food, watch me eat it, while you sit massaging my calves and tired feet, kissing and licking my tired feet, oiling them up, complimenting the hell out of em. When my hands are greasy, you gonna lick em clean, then wash em.

You gonna Memorize my feet’s every line and wrinkle and beauty mark. You gonna learn how to professional groom my feet, and do them fancy-ass pedicures, quick. Plus, you gonna be like a human footrest whenever I want, kneeling on all fours, holding up my feet, with your back real straight. Ima train you good, custom, as I see fit. White bitches be my footstools, understand?” said Lashawndra, pleased with herself. “That ‘table pose’ I saw in the yoga room, that’s now your pose as my footstool.”

She spoke again: ‘Tell me you want to learn how to be my human footstool, and learn how to groom my feet and anything else I wants, bitch’ demanded Lashawndra, placing her hands akimbo.

Melody answered: ‘I want to learn how to be your human footstool, and to groom your feet, and anything else you want, ma’am’, then she waited for Lashawndra’s next command: “that’s good, you got a reward comin’.’ She said.

Lashawndra ordered: ‘open your mouth bitch, and hold it open.’ Lashawndra then worked her tongue around inside her mouth a minute or so, building up saliva:

Melody held her mouth open wide and waited, then Lashawndra finally allowed a rather large gob of spittle to descend from her mouth, landing right into Melody’s as she obediently knelt. Lashawndra did this several times, filling Melody’s mouth, then forcefully commanded:

“Don’t swallow until I tell you. Whenever you DO you swallow my spit, you gonna cum, cum real hard bitch, like you never did before. Now, stand your servant ass up! Go make me some sandwiches.” Lashawndra demanded.

Melody stood up, carefully holding all the warm spit from Lashawndra in her closed mouth, carefully breathing through her nose, careful not to swallow it, until instructed, just hold it as ordered.

As Melody approached the kitchen doorway Lashawndra held her phone out for video and then quickly said: “ Stop and swallow my Queen spit now bitch!” Melody stopped, and swallowed the mouthful of young Lashawndra’s spit then Melody obviously came hard as her petite body violently shuddered, her legs went weak and rubbery as Melody dropped onto the floor, losing her balance, dazed even further by the powerful orgasm she had swallowing the demanding stranger’s spit.

Lashawndra laughed heartily. Melody slowly arose again using the doorway to steady herself, then staggered into the kitchen, her legs still rubbery, and her tiny body weak from the quite powerful orgasm.

Hearing Lashawndra’s commanding voice and swallowing her saliva had just made Melody cum so intensely. That was the level of power Lashawndra was gaining over her.

Melody diligently washed her hands, up to the elbows to properly prepare food for Lashawndra, whom she viewed as her Queen, then returned with a few large, free-range meat filled sandwiches, on organic bread, and obsequiously handed them to Lashawndra. Without needing a command, Melody then immediately knelt, and diligently began massaging Lashawndra’s calf again, as she lowered her head ever closer to Lashawndra’s large feet, now studying them.

Melody occasionally looked up to watch Lashawndra ravenously eat, as she gently kissed every inch of Queen Lashawndra’s now bare feet all over again. She diligently massaged Lashawndra’s legs again, but this time she carefully applied shea butter. Melody was hopelessly lapping at Lashawndra’s cracked heals to sooth them, hoping to relieve her new roommate’s sore feet. ‘The large, beautiful, royal feet of her young roommate’ she thought.

Lashawndra ate even more sandwiches and greedily drank whatever Melody had in her fridge, demanding only soda and soft drinks, never bothering to drink water. Melody usually didn’t have soda in the house, but fortunately the previous owner and work crew left several sealed liters of regular coke, monster drink, and other sodas in the garage, as well as a 2nd freezer filled with junk food that was destined for charity. But now, there was enough to serve to Lashawndra for several weeks, they’d never need to leave Lashawndra’s new house.

Queen Lashawndra ordered Melody to use her credit card, and have the rest of Lashawndra’s clothes and shoes immediately shipped here by Fed ex, along with her other things, since Lashawndra was moving in NOW. She would be getting her mail here as well, (to establish residency.)

THAT LONG FIRST DAY

This went on all day long then deep into the night for over 16 hours. While looping the mantras in her head, Melody continued.

Finally Lashawndra grew sleepy and Melody’s hands and arms had become cramped, her face was now red from rubbing against the rough feet and razor stubble covered legs. Melody’s lips were sore and her mouth was dry. Melody had been obsequiously licking and sucking those daunting size 11s all day now, as well as her ankles and calves, switching to Lashawndra’s armpits and back again. Melody had been repeatedly praising those beautiful feet and Lashawndra all day. She had worked hard for her young Queen, the controlling new roommate. Melody had run thru all her hand signals and new commands numerous times, over and over, faster and faster.

Melody was rapidly developing muscle memory to better serve Lashawndra. It was a productive day of breaking Melody thought Lashawndra to herself.

Lashawndra finally decided it was bedtime, but first she shuffled lazily to the bathroom. She had Melody follow her, crawling, then watch her pee and dry her off. Melody complied, and watched Lashawndra pee an inordinate amount. When Lashawndra finished, Melody was to ‘kiss it dry’, thank her for the honor, then follow her by crawling to the master bedroom, then stand at the end of the bed. Melody complied. Lashawndra then ordered Melody to undress her, while complimenting her body, again thanking her as she revealed Lashawndra’s youthful body.

Melody was to then fold Lashawndra’s clothes. Tomorrow she would only rinse them, after she sniffed everything and then hung them to dry. The now nude Lashawndra roughly rifled through Melody’s closet, tossing things aside, looking for something to sleep in. Finally she settled for a pair of humorous oversized panties Melody received as a gag gift, far too big for her but perfect for the young Queen. Lashawndra would have her other things shipped here later.

Lashawndra was truly ready for a nice shower, having only her feet and calves ‘cleaned’ by her new servant all day. She informed Melody she was to gently pat her dry and then slowly rub the best lotion she owned onto her Queen’s body when she returned. Lashawndra then ordered Melody: “While I am in the shower, sniff all my dirty clothes and masturbate. Repeat out loud, and think about how lucky you are you met me today. About having learned you are my obedient foot slave, and about how much control I already have over your white bitch ass, cum wanting me to train you more.”

The young woman strutted into the hi-end bathroom and took a warm water only shower. She was careful not to dry her skin out, or wipe away all her powerful pheromones. Basically she did ‘face, tits ass, and crotch wash, warm water only, then let the warm water cascade over the rest of her body. She rinsed her hair with water only.

She then returned to the bedroom, and quietly stood at the doorway just watching Melody do as she was ordered. Melody was mumbling quietly as she pleasured herself and sniffed the armpits of the Ghetto Queen shirt: “I am so lucky I met Queen Lashawndra, and learned I am her obedient foot slave, I love how much she controls me, I want her to train me more.’ Finally Melody came again and she dropped to the floor in a limp heap, then Lashawndra sauntered in, holding one of Melody’s expensive Egyptian cotton towels.

‘Stand!” she bellowed. Melody quickly stood and flexed to attention at the foot of her own bed. Lashawndra handed Melody the towel and smirked as Melody began, while complimenting her. “Your ebony body is beautiful my Queen, thank you for letting me dry you.”

Melody applied Body Shoppe Shea and coconut butter to her tall Queen’s voluptuous body, continuously complimenting her, beginning while kneeling at her enormous feet, then worked her way up.

Then Lashawndra instructed Melody how she was to care for her Ebony Queen’s hair now:

First, she would be massage deep condition into her Queen’s scalp once a week, using honey, olive oil, shea butter and coconut oil.

Then she would then wrap her Queen’s head with a towel or scarf to keep the moisture in.

Lashawndra only ‘washed’ her natural style hair every 2 weeks or so, to preserve it’s wonderful natural oils, and pheromone scent. Even then it was a ‘rinse with conditioner’ routine, avoiding sulfites. Melody was to bury her face in her Queens luxurious natural hair and inhale its amazing earthy scent on command.

Melody quickly retrieved the ingredients from her linen closet and got to work.

Lashawndra then reiterated to Melody again: Melody would now cook for her, or order in any fast food Queen Lashawndra was craving on Melody’s tab of course. Since Melody worked from home, Lashawndra said she wouldn’t need to, and intended to simply relax. Queens don’t do housework, so Melody was to make sure Lashawndra’s new house was always tidy, performing as Lashawndra’s maidservant as well.

Melody was now: a Maid, a foot slave, and an utterly obedient bed warmer. Melody was going to be at Lashawndra’s beck and call from now on and Lashawndra was gonna train her like none before. Melody was to thank her Queen constantly, for training her as she saw fit.

As Lashawndra reclined her large frame on Melody’s bed, with her hair wrapped, her legs and large feet glistening with shea butter, Lashawndra swiped her cell phone continuing to dictate to Melody how she intended to merely watch TV and play video games. This was HER house now and Melody was only an obedient accessory, satisfying her Ebony Queens’ every whim.

Whenever the mischievous smile and glazed eyes faded from Melody’s expression, even a little, or Melody seemed a little slower to obey a command or looked confused, or if the light began to return to her eyes, Lashawndra would re-introduce her to more pheromones, wiping away the look of intelligence and replacing it with one of obedience.

Before sleep Lashawndra ordered the nude woman on her back and rubbed her rough feet all over Melody’s face and head again, leaving a nice essence of coconut and Lashawndra’s scent. She grabbed Melody by the hair and rubbed her face under her arms again, so Melody would trance out, returning to total compliance before sleep. Lashawndra hated how white people smelled, so Melody was to embrace having her own scent replaced with that of Lashawndra’s. Eventually she’d forget she ever had another scent.

Starting that first evening Lashawndra slept in what was formerly Melody’s bed, taking it over completely.

Melody was reduced to sleeping across the bottom foot of her own bed, at Lashawndra’s feet, her face pressed deep into Lashawndra’s soles, enveloped by them, with her small hands wrapping around her Queen’s ankles to press those beautiful feet to her face as she slept. This hopefully assured Melody would awake in the morning compliant and obedient to her new ‘Queen,’ now in fact: her owner.

Melody was commanded to dream ‘about removing Lashawndras sandals for the very first time, several times per night, more excited and thrilled by the experience every dream. More turned on by her own obedience to Lashawndra and her adoration of Lashawndra’s beautiful Ebony feet.’

Melody was instruct to awaken her Queen Lashawndra in the morning rubbing her face on those large flat soles, very softly, and then gently kiss them while quietly praising and lapping them like a dog. She was to finally suck on Lashawndra’s toes very gently until Lashawndra finally awoke, while looping in her mind: ‘this is where I belong, under my ebony Queen’s feet and control.’

The only speaking Melody was to do was to humbly thank Lashawndra when she finally awoke, compliment the beauty of her African American feet: their size, their shape, their scent, and then ask how she may humbly serve her ebony queen today.

STARTING MELODY’S DAY: AFTER MEETING LASHAWNDRA: HER ‘TRAINING’ HAD BEGUN.

Melody awoke the next morning, having rolled over in her sleep, facing the far wall at the foot end of the bed. She sat up to stretch, an old habit ingrained from her previous life. She cracked her neck gently, stretched her forearms and triceps, and finally opened her eyes, noticing the wall at the far end of the room was closer than usual. That was odd.

She turned then noticed she was at the Foot end of her own bed, and a tall caramel skinned young African American girl was sleeping in it, stretched out on top of the sheets.

That awareness lasted barely for a moment, before Melody accidentally looked down and noticed the flat soles of Lashawndra’s size 11 ½ feet facing her. Those large feet had a moist sheen of light perspiration to them, Melody noticed, and then Melody’s expression suddenly went partly blank.

Now a trained reflex, Melody leaned forward and then very gently began kissing those wrinkled soles, as her expression changed slightly, and her eyes rolled upward. Melody gave numerous light kisses to the soles of those feet, then lapped at them softly, and finally began sucking those long toes, ever stronger until finally it awoke Lashawndra.

“Ah, you awake. Good,” said Queen Lashawndra to her thrall in training.

Melody’s first day would feature a minor correction though.

“Yes Ma’am.” Answered Melody quietly, the pheromones slowly gaining effect again, after all Lashawndra showered the night before, and the coconut oil diluted them slightly.

As a test, Lashawndra asked coyly: “Whose bedroom are we in and where’d you get this bed?”

The freshly awoken, yet still groggy, and only slightly entranced Melody answered, “ Mine, I went to Moderneurodesign…. Melody stopped mid sentence’ sensing something was wrong with her answer.

Queen Lashawndra toppled Melody with the foot closest to her, and sprung like a panther then roughly grabbed Melody.

“Some o’ yo training wore off, bitch.” Queen Lashawndra deftly grabbed Melody by her hair and quickly brought Melody’s face strongly under her arm and rubbed it briskly. In mere seconds Melody was very docile again, now completely limp in Lashawndra’s grip.

Queen Lashawndra pinched Melody’s cheek and Melody’s mouth easily opened. Lashawndra spit into it several times, and then pushed it closed, Melody’s body trembled in response. Now fully docile and more deeply entranced, Lashawndra tested Melody again.

“Stand at attention bitch.” Melody immediately complied. Lashawndra stood on the bed and announced lay down to Melody:

“This is Queen Lashawndra’s house, and you just an accessory that came with it, repeat it.”

Melody repeated: ‘This is Queen Lashawndra’s house, I am just an accessory that came with it’ said Melody in monotone, her eyes glazed as she stood at flexed attention.

‘Again!’ Lashawndra bellowed. “Keep repeating that bitch” ordered Lashawndra. Melody had repeated it over 30 times, and then an idea hit Lashawndra, from having watched the movie ‘American Pimp’ so many times.

Melody was ordered to the shower stall and commanded to kneel on the cold Travertine. As Melody knelt, Queen Lashawndra ordered her to remove her Queen’s panties. At first Melody reached with her hands, moving them from behind her back, but Queen Lashawndra screamed: ‘with your teeth! Then, hand them to me’. Melody obeyed.

Now towering over Melody again, Queen Lashawndra commanded Melody to remain still and repeat:’ This is all I am worth, all I deserve, my proper place is at my Queens feet: I am only an accessory that came with the house owned by Queen Lashawndra. I give her complete control over me, and accept her every command.’’

The Queen Lashawndra commanded Melody to keep her mouth open, and watch as Lashawndra fully emptied her bladder into Melody’s mouth. Some ran down her throat, the rest all over her body. The pheromones were so powerful in that morning piss Melody shuddered under its power, and went even deeper into trance. When finished, Queen Lashawndra commanded Melody to beg her: “Can I do that every morning my Queen, I love it.” After several repetitions Lashawndra ordered Melody to lie on the wet shower floor, as her correction was not finished.

Melody obeyed, and was commanded to leave her eyes open, her arms tight at her sides as Queen Lashawndra slowly squatted over her chest.

Lashawndra echoed in the bathroom:” You need to completely obey me bitch, and remember your proper place here.” Said Queen Lashawndra, as she grabbed the shower rail to steady herself then lowered her amazing ass over Melody’s face. Melody was motionless as it approached, affirming her worth in Queen Lashawndra’s eyes. “Keep kissing it all over as it gets closer” she bellowed.

Lashawndra pressed her ample ass ever-closer Melody’s face, then yelled: “Tell me you so low you would be my human toilet if I commanded it.”

Melody answered, soon muffled by the smooth cheeks of her young Queen’s strong young ass. “I’m so low I would be your human toilet if you commanded it’ she said. “Again’ yelled Lashawndra’ Melody repeated it a number of times as Lashawndra inched ever closer so when Melody spoke her lips almost pressed against Lashawndra’s asshole, Lashawndra felt Melody’s warm breath on her anus. ‘Now stop and hold still bitch’ demanded. Lashawndra. She pressed her anus to Melody’s mouth and just stayed still herself, resting on Melody’s face, she counted to a number silently, and then lifted up a little, she didn’t want to suffocate her trained slave.

Somewhat satisfied Queen Lashawndra stood up, handed Melody a designer washcloth, then demanded she wipe her butt of Melody’s saliva from where she was laying.

Once done to Queen Lashawndra satisfaction, Lashawndra stepped out and turned to face Melody from the shower entrance, and ordered Melody stare at her pussy again, and again repeat: ‘This is all I am worth, all I deserve, my proper place is at my Queens feet:

I am only an accessory that came with the house owned by Queen Lashawndra. I give her complete control over me; I’m so low I would be her human toilet if she commanded it’; all while Lashawndra let her bladder again rain down on Melody’s face and chest again.

When she was done, Lashawndra ordered: “You gonna stay there, just like that, for the next hour or so, repeating it again until I turn the lights on again. Then you gonna stand up, stuff my panties in your mouth, and then shower up with cold water only. When you done, you can crawl your lowly naked ass out to me at my chair, and don’t spit out them panties til I say so, cause then: You gonna beg my forgiveness, and ask how you can serve me better, and somehow make it up to me.’ Lashawndra stormed out of the bathroom and into bedroom.

After Queen Lashawndra got dressed, into yesterday’s clothes, she put on some funky old wrinkled ballet flats she had in her bag, and then she sat swiping her phone. She ordered in a meat lover’s pizza and spicy hot wings with blue cheese dressing, using Melody’s card, then casually ate it from the comfort of the RED chair:

Melody remained on the urine-soaked shower floor, on her back, her arms at her sides. She was cold and wet as she recited her mantra, which took about 6 seconds, ten times a minute, or 60 times per hour: over 120 times before Queen Lashawndra used the remote and had the bathroom lights come back on.

Melody then grabbed the pheromone rich panties, which enhanced her trance, stuffed them fully into her mouth, and cleaned up using only cold water, as ordered, keeping her humble and shivering. The running shower cleaned the shower floor as well.

Now nude and cleaned off, the goose pimple covered Melody then crawled from the bathroom thru the entire house, to the far end of the living room with Lashawndra’s panties still tight in her mouth. She stopped at the foot of what once was her favorite chair, now simply a place where she knelt in submission, then placed her arms behind her, held her chest up, and waited for Queen Lashawndra to finally address her, as she breathed through her nose.

Lashawndra had videotaped Melody’s entrance, and a few minutes of her kneeling, and then narrated from behind the camera. She would deal with her new servant when she finished her lunch.

Lashawndra’s hands glistened from eating the meat lover’s pizza and the side of wings. Lashawndra had an old little habit of wiping her greasy hands off on her calves when she ran out of napkins, leaving them glistening with oil and pizza grease. The shine was breathtaking. After about 20 minutes or more, she looked over at the kneeling white woman, shivering at her feet and non-chalantly asked as she hit record on her phone camera again: Lashawndra said:‘ Hmm, who do got here? Is it some uppity white executive bitch, running her own life, in charge of her world, and shit? Spit out the panties, and tell me:

‘Who you are & what you learn in the shower. Why you be kneeling at my pretty young feet?’

Melody spit out the panties, and then looked up at Queen Lashawndra then in a semi monotone and recited: ‘I ..am ..Queen Lashawndra’s.. obedient servant, this.. is all I am worth, all I deserve, it’s my.. proper place: I am only.. an accessory that came with this house.. owned by Queen Lashawndra. I want her.. to completely control me, and.. am so low I would be her human toilet if she commanded it. ’

Lashawndra laughed at the conquest then said: ‘And how do you like these?’ Then she dropped a ballet flat from one foot letting it slap the floor, while giving the ‘lay down’ hand signal with one hand, still aiming her phone with the other.

Melody immediately reacted to the hand signal, and went from kneeling with chest high, then lay down onto her stomach, as she eagerly grabbed the warm ballet flat, and brought it to her face, then deeply inhaled it’s powerful scent. Her eyes rolled. Melody began: “Queen Lashawndra, forgive me, control me, own me. My proper place is at your beautiful ebony feet, please let me pamper them and serve you better.’ Whimpered Melody, before she delicately kissed and then ran her tongue inside the ballet flat.

Lashawndra spread her toes and rotated her bare foot, looking at her phone screen as it recorded: She said “You ready for my ebony feet, goofy white bitch? I can see you like them funky old ballet flats, you ready for the real thing?” Melody put the flat back down. “Yes my Queen”. She said.

Melody brought her face close to the rotating foot, trying to press her lips to it, and Lashawndra stopped moving it. Melody pushed her face and lips onto the sole, and slavishly licked the sole, sniffing hard, apologizing to her queen. “I love your perfect ebony feet my Queen, African American feet are beautiful. I belong at your feet. I love their scent, this is where I belong, excited by them, and eager to please you’ recited Melody.

Lashawndra let Melody lick just the one foot while she taped then had her stop.

Then Melody was ordered to stand up, head to the kitchen bring back some soda and chips. Melody then had to finish the first foot, lick her queens’ ankles and calves clean, and then do the other all while softly repeating her mantras while her queen ate. Once done, Melody was to use witch hazel and a washcloth, clean Lashawndra’s feet and ankles, and put the flats back onto her, so the feet would be re-scented from them again.

This was repeated over and over for most of the day.

AMATEUR BRAINWASHING 101

Lashawndra completely controlled when and what Melody ate, when she used the restroom, how she bathed and with what. For the next 2 weeks Melody was only permitted to wash her hands and brush her teeth, and whore bath with a wash cloth using warm water and scent free soap to remove her own rather subtle scent completely and replace it with Lashawndra’s scent, rubbing it onto herself whenever possible.

Lashawndra controlled when and how Melody slept, and had Melody reciting her mantras 16 hours a day while awake and demanded she loop them in her mind while she slept. The repetition was preventing any other thoughts from entering while reinforcing what was said in the personality altering mantras.

The only scent Melody was allowed to carry on her lowly servant body was that of her Queen. It was rubbed onto her, using Lashawndra’s feet or came from under her arms, marking Melody as her own property. Melody was to announce each time ‘thank you for marking me as yours my queen.’

Every day, after her spicy junk food lunch, when Lashawndra felt her pheromone level was right, Melody licked her Queen’s hand clean, then Melody had to lie on the floor in front of her, as Lashawndra casually wiped both her feet gruffly off on her, rubbing that perspiration onto Melody’s face, chest, legs and hair.

When finished Lashawndra would ask: “Very good, lowly personal servant, tell me why I mark you with my Queen scent? Melody would immediately rise to kneel, clasp her hands tightly behind her, raise her flat chest, and answer in slight monotone: “You are marking your property as your own my Queen.”

A pleased Lashawndra would ask: “Are you ready for your reward bitch?” ‘Yes my Queen’, Melody would answer and automatically raise her head and then open her mouth wide.

Lashawndra would then give the gift of her saliva again, and when commanded to swallow Melody would tremble in ecstasy, as Lashawndra giggled, savoring her power, and how Melody was associating her most powerful orgasms ever, with swallowing the young Queen’s saliva.

Melody could do nothing without Lashawndra’s permission, spending most of her time kneeling and bowing to cocky teen, praising everything about her, reciting her new mantras and worshipping her feet repeatedly.

Later on day 2 the Fed ex package came, with a bunch of Lashawndra’s well used shoes and her collection of: 1 extra sleeveless ghetto queen shirts, another that said ‘queen of everything’, an old faded tank top that said ‘angry black woman, a sleeveless shirt that said: black girl nutrition facts, mentioning ‘cares given 0%, ‘queen things 100%, ‘honey dripping from body 100%’ and lastly one that said only: “I’ll make the rules” as well as another pair of her shorts, a poster of a boot and the word mistress under it, a couple DVDs and a coffee cup set. The coffee cup was a thing of beauty. The coffee cups showed a dominatrix silhouette over a brick wall background, with a woman kneeling kissing her feet, on the other side of the cup the slave was kissing her ass. Melody’s coffee cups went right into the trash and the four new ones were placed prominently in almost every room. Posters echoing the coffee cup were placed in each room.

Lashawndra of course took over Melody’s closet, and had all of Melody’s clothes except for 2 dog-walking outfits go into a box in the garage. Those went into Lashawndra’s hamper, to pick up Lashawndra’s scent as well. Melody’s 2 shirt’s were stuffed inside of Lashawndra’s shoes to pick up their scent. Melody’s shoes were put in the same hamper.

With Melody’s accelerated training going very well, so far, Lashawndra decided she could show off her new house to friends from the hood by the end of the 3rd week. But merely 24 hours after Lashawndra moved in, with Melody sleeping at her feet, Melody had: the ‘panic attack.’

MELODY’S PANIC ATTACK:

On the 2nd night of that first week, Melody woke up to pee in the middle of the night. Lashawndra had forgotten to make her pee before she went to bed. Melody’s subconscious activated a life long old habit, and she accidentally washed her face thoroughly, beginning when she was still mostly asleep. The delightfully scented Neutrogena makeup removing face wash, combined with blowing her nose and brushing her teeth, all old habits brought Melody back to a level of consciousness, if only temporarily. She had only been a pheromone-controlled thrall for a little over 24 hours, but the lifelong habit of facial cleansing, teeth brushing, and nose blowing had been in place for years.

As Melody inadvertently washed off the pheromone scent and mostly awoke. She experienced almost pre-meeting Lashawndra consciousness. Where had the day gone she wondered. It was dark out side. When the puzzled Melody returned to her own bedroom, and then crawled under her $250.00 Boll & Branch Egyptian Cotton sheet covers and $125.00, cable knit grey throw and then relaxed in what only 2 days ago was her own bed. As she rolled over to sleep she felt the tall warm body of Lashawndra as Lashawndra slept. Melody freaked out!

Melody quickly leaned over and turned on the light. She wondered why the fuck this curvy, Amazonian young black woman was sleeping in her bed! Wearing only a thong, and why the hell she herself: was totally nude! A shocked Melody was about to demand Lashawndra identify herself, but before she could spring from bed, young Queen Lashawndra was faster, and able to easily overpower her, grabbing her by the head. Lashawndra heard the water run, and had become suspicious. She then quickly reintroduced Melody to her pheromones, rolling over, laying top of her, pressing her armpit firmly over Melody’s face, grinding her pit hair all over Melody’s head. Melody’s protest was quickly muffled, then she completely ceased flailing and calmed down.

Melody’ arms and legs became totally relaxed, limp and compliant. Melody had blacked out again, and Lashawndra regained control.

A STRONGER MEASURE NEEDED—HYPNOSIS 101

Rather unnerved by this little episode, Lashawndra ordered the sufficiently re-entranced, again stupified Melody to go to her computer right now, and find some articles on hypnosis, immediately. She wanted stuff Lashawndra could use, and a script made for her. Lashawndra had a grocery list of things she wanted to implant in Melody and things she wanted Melody to no longer believe.

Not willing to rely only on her pheromones and the recited mantra, Lashawndra also wanted Melody to respond immediately to certain hypnotic triggers, and wipe out any hang-ups that might stop Melody from performing certain acts of degradation. She didn’t want Melody resisting anymore, or accidentally leaving her ‘new normal’ again.

Using the inductions Melody found on the web, (from the erotic mind control archive and literotica ) along with quotes from angry black feminists, plus all her other mantras, Lashawndra created a hypnosis recording, a recording that Melody would listen to repeatedly, in addition to everything else. Melody was now not to think anything but her mantras unless commanded to do so by Lashawndra.

Lashawndra made sure Melody would now be ‘brainwashed’ to believe Black woman were genetically superior to white women. All of Lashawndra’s black supremacy views that called for submission of white women were instilled into Melody. Her podophobia was to be transformed into podophelia, the exact opposite.

Taking some tips from online, Melody cut and pasted until the script suited Queen Lashawndra’s purposes.

Lashawndra then made an mp3 she could easily put on repeat for Melody, making Melody use her own voice against herself, speaking the words.

“Lashawndra is my new best friend and roommate. I completely surrender all ownership and control to her. Lashawndra is owner of this house, and everything in it.

I have no self-esteem, none at all. I have no inhibitions when I obey my Queen Lashawndra, eager to perform whatever she commands.

White women are like dogs; I am so low, I belong at her ebony feet, in awe of them. I am in love with everything about her beautiful feet. I am obsessed with them.

My super sensitive sense of smell makes my ebony Queen’s feet irresistible to me. Ebony feet put me in heat. Being submissive and obedient is my addiction.

I give Lashawndra complete control. I am her helpless puppet, addicted to her every scent, her every flavor.

As Queen Lashawndra’s obedient loyal subject I gladly memorize Lashawndra’ perfect feet, they have power over me, they fill my dreams. I worship all black women’s feet. I love everything about them.

I belong at all African American women’s feet. I am a foot freak and obedient servant. My deep foot fetish defines me. It enslaves me and I eagerly service all African American female feet presented to me.

I am Queen Lashawndra’s little licking girl. Hungry to lick whatever she presents me, automatically obeying her, even when this buzz wears off. Every scent that reminds me of feet triggers my fetish.

NAKED is my uniform and I must always stay in my new normal for my queen.

Queen Lashawndra owns my pussy now. It belongs to her, as I belong to her. Her dominance is what I have always wanted, always needed, ebony worship is my destiny.”

Queen Lashawndra is my world. I obey her completely, as my mistress, my owner.

Serving, obeying and pleasing Lashawndra is why I exist. I am eagerly her obedient slave.

White women are dogs; we belong beneath ebony feet. I have no self-esteem; I am in my proper place at Queen Lashawndra’s ebony feet.

I have always known am inferior to the black female, genetically, socially, in every way. Their natural dominance over me is natural and expected. It’s unavoidable. Being submissive to them gives me a sense of relief and purpose.

I instantly respond the triggers Lashawndra’s planted. Slavishly licking the soles of her feet, or anywhere else she commands. Her shoes have more value than I do. I am merely an accessory that came with the house.

My natural place is to serve and obey the black mistress, and I am addicted to submission, to obedience..

I exist to please my dominant ebony mistress. Only her commands are important to me, only her thoughts are important. I can remain in positions I am commanded to as long she desires. My sense of self exists only as her personal servant. When immobile my mind loops these mantras my Queen, my owner and controller, the superior black woman who commands me has given me.

I think no other thoughts. I have no other thoughts, and am incapable of resistance. I desire no other thoughts. I will always be obedient to my black mistress, in absolute lust of her, in love with her every flavor and scent, eager to serve and please, incapable of my own orgasm until she commands me.

My body is merely the property Queen Lashawndra, and it responds to her commands with no need for my thoughts. These mantras are my only thoughts; My natural posture is one of submissive obedience.

I enthusiastically perform every command, ready for the next. I desire nothing else. I adore the black woman’s feet, and everything about them.

I am not worthy to kiss my superior, but the gift of her saliva is something I treasure. Even her water is exciting. I have no self-esteem, no inhibitions. I am a toilet for the ebony female if she commands it. I wish to please my genetically superior mistress with undying loyalty and obedience.”

Lashawndra thought replaying those 50 odd ideas for the next 3 weeks should show good results.

Lashawndra then told Melody: ‘go to your spot and sleep’. Melody went immediately to the foot of the bed.

Melody fell quickly asleep at the simple command: “and sleep” The mp3 looped until morning. Melody, nude except for her bandana, and ear buds was at the end of the bed, her face pressed against the bottoms of Lashawndra’s feet.

Finally, feeling more confident Melody was as she was supposed to be, Lashawndra rested on the super comfortable bed, her servant’s face pressed into her soles, and went to sleep, smiling.

THE NEXT MORNING: DAY 4

Melody awoke and performed the morning foot worship rituals that awoke her Queen.

As she obediently licked the tall young woman’s feet, Lashawndra stirred from a deep sleep. She stretched and yawned and looked at her new servant.

“Answer the questions I ask you.” She demanded.

“What is your name, where are we right now and what do you do?” asked Lashawndra.

Melody surveyed her surroundings, then calmly replied albeit in a slight trance: “My name is little licking girl, Queen Lashawndra’s obedient personal servant, we are in Queen Lashawndra’s house. I live here and make sure she is waited on, and her beautiful feet are pampered.”

Then Melody calmly at Lashawndra obediently, waiting to receive more instruction from the young woman.

The Lashawndra probed further: “Tell me why you like ebony women’s feet so much?” she asked, (to see how the post hypnotic suggestions had taken).

Melody replied in rote: “My natural place is to serve and obey my black mistress, I am addicted to submission, and obedience, I adore the black woman’s feet, and everything about them” she stated.

Melody touched the wrinkled sole of Lashawndra’s foot, and said: “The pale wrinkled sole, belongs on top of me.” She then touched the second toe, slightly longer than the big toe.

“The beauty of this toe, slightly longer than the big toe shows my Queen’s royalty.”

Melody said, then sucked on it. When she popped it out of her mouth, she said. “Everything about the ebony woman’s feet call for my submission and worship of them, as does any scent that reminds me of them.’

It looked as if the amateur hypnosis was working already. Lashawndra smiled.

Queen Lashawndra ordered: ‘now, go make me some bacon and eggs and fried potatoes bitch.”

The nude woman got up and walked to the kitchen and then cooked her Queen breakfast.

After breakfast Lashawndra demanded Melody change the entire cable package to what Lashawndra liked.

She figured since Melody pays for it anyway, and Melody won’t be watching TV anymore anyway. She will always facing the other direction, either massaging or Shea buttering, or doing pedicures on Lashawndra’s feet.

Lashawndra alternated having Melody on all fours, diligently licking a pair of Lashawndra’s shoes clean, or Lashawndra rested her calves and feet on Melody’s back, treating Melody merely as a human ottoman, simply commanding: ‘Tabletop”.

The contrast between the caramel colored skin of Lashawndra’s strong legs resting lazily on Melody’s pale back was breathtaking.

Lashawndra knew she had to constantly keep Melody in her place and make her grow accustomed to her new station in life, to prevent another incident like the ‘panic attack.’ Melody was to follow Lashawndra like a dog, silent but obedient, even to the bathroom. When Lashawndra urinated Melody was to touch it once with a finger just to taste her water, then gently dab her dry with 3 folded sheets of toilet paper, after. When Lashawndra did more than pee, Melody wiped her Queens ass, then used a wet wipe, and dried her off. Lashawndra was enjoying not having to lift a finger, and could play with her cell phone even while taking a dump. The tiny taste of urine had powerful pheromones.

Lashawndra had dental dams for when previous girlfriends performed analingus on her, and trained Melody

to use one, automatically responding to the comment: “Well I’ll be damned.” Right after her evening rinse off,

Lashawndra would lay face down on the bed, swipe her phone, and say: “I’ll be damned”. Melody would move from the foot of the bed, grab a dental dam and ‘clean Lashawndra’s kitchen’ or ‘toss her salad’ performing analingus with a dental dam on the young woman. Her mind repeating: “My roommate, my Queen, has had a rough day, she deserves this”.

Wherever Lashawndra’s skin was dry or ashy, Melody was to devotedly rub pure coconut oil or shea butter onto it. Having discovered Melody was quite computer savvy, she ordered Melody to read up on and study Urban Nail trends, and pedicures. Melody paid for and took the pedicure/manicure course twice and course one on massage technique as well.

Once Melody was done she was to simply return to only looping her mantras in her mind.

LASHAWNDRA SHOWS HER NEW HOUSE AFTER JUST 3 WEEKS

Lashawndra had been ‘training’ Melody hard from the moment she met her, intensely, for three full weeks now. Melody had been placed in hypnotic trances and given explicit demands from Lashawndra, numerous times every day for only 2 days less than that amount of time: Each hypnosis session planted a post hypnotic suggestion that Melody was not only easier to hypnotize each time going deeper, but more obedient as well.

Melody had been: indoctrinated, reinforced, given scent training, recited mantras, performed acts of degradation and humiliation from rising until sleep over 16 hours per day. Melody had learned a regimen of hand signals, performing 500 reps per day. Malcolm Gladwell’s book on tape had taught Lashawnrda that repetition was what made people master a talent. Melody was Lashawndra’s guinea pig. That book on tape was one of the more useful things Lashawndra had lifted.

Lashawndra even dictated Melody’s dreams. She demanded Melody repeatedly remember and dream about the first time she removed Lashawndraw’s sandals, and enjoyed it, and to imagine gladly handing over ever-increasing control to Lashawndra.

Melody’s old habits had all but completely fallen away, as well as any desires other than performing as Lashawndra’s obedient servant. Melody’s new fetishes and kinks were constantly reinforced; her inhibitions shattered and erased as completely as her self esteem and resistance had been.

Melody’s skin was now a pleasing alabaster, uniformly pale, in record time, thanks to Lashawndra’s demand that Melody bleach it constantly with the custom cocktail of ingredients.

Now Lashawndra’s medium caramel skin was several shades darker than her pale white servant.

Melody had been perpetually nude from day one. Her dog got used to doing its business in the back yard for now. Walks might resume later. The ‘break in’ period was key. In only three very intense weeks Lashawndra wanted Melody trained well enough to be able to show her off, and within 4 weeks completely broken. In the weeks after that, Lashawndra would ‘customize’ Melody even more.

Lashawndra really liked living in her new home. She liked her new cable and video setup, and she really liked being waited on and treated, as she felt entitled to.

After all, Lashawndra was a Queen. After the amount of hypnosis sessions and non-stop morning to night training that Melody received, Lashawndra felt confident about showing her off to friends who would ‘get it’.

Queen Lashawndra decided to invite some lady friends ranging in age from their mid 20’s to their mid 40’s of different heights and somatotypes, all from her old neighborhood to see her ‘new home’. Each woman was requested to wear her most well worn pair of cheap shoes, ballerina flats, chacos, tevas, flip flops, whatever, no socks needed. She had a fun surprise. They were to take an uber over, as Lashawndra could just put it on Melody’s card. Lashawndra ordered the car and gave them the address.

Lashawndra put Melody deep in trance and had her prepare some very specific snacks and drinks. Then in less than an hour the doorbell rang. Lashawndra’s 4 friends had arrived. They all sported elaborate nails and ghetto flair, and were all immediately impressed by the location of the home and what they saw from the street. Per Lashawndra’s instructions they all wore well-worn shoes, old leather teva brand Cabrillo sandals, Chaco brand Sol flip flops, sneakers, or ballet flats. They didn’t yet know the reason why.

Melody was hidden, kneeling in the former yoga center, staring at a portrait of Lashawndra while reciting her mantras. Meanwhile:

Lashawndra wore a “splendid brand Crosshatch dress in black, and black clair scrunch flats for the occasion.

The uber arrived, the doorbell rang.

Lashawndra welcomed her friends in, and gave a tour of the rest of the place, noting the high-end furnishings, and appointments, then finally revealed the nice spread at the coffee table, mostly chips and cheeses, junk food, soft drinks, and some prepared cocktails, and libations from the local head shop.

The coffee table was a little further from the couch then one would expect a coffee table to be. The women looked at the view, admired the bathrooms, and ‘oohed and aaahed’ about the beautiful master bedroom.

Lashawndra invited her friends to now sit and relax, and have a cocktail, smoke some herb. She’d tell them all about her plans once they got a little relaxed. The women sat, sipping drinks, eating extra spicy wings with blue cheese dressing, and cheese flavored chips, getting nicely relaxed.

Lashawndra then called in Antebellum. ‘Antebellum, come in and show us some tricks’ she said.

The dog trotted into the room, and using simple hand signals, she sat, stayed, rolled over, begged for a treat, and even stood on two legs and rotated as given the signal. The ladies all gave their applause. The dog was so cute.

One friend said: “Wow, you only been here 2 weeks and she’s trained that good? That’s Amazing.”

Another asked: “When did you ever get a dog?”

Lashawndra answered while smirking. “She came with the house.”

Friend three said: “Oh my, I hate it when people move away and don’t take their dogs, that shit’s just not right.”

Lashawndra smiled wickedly and replied: “Well, the former owner didn’t actually MOVE… would you like to meet her?

That’s my big surprise, cause now I am gonna show you some REAL training, custom training.

I invited you because I know you all well enough that I trust you and your reactions…

Before Queen Lashawndra introduced Melody to her friends, she wanted to tell them a little about her first.

Lashawndra showed the website photo Melody had used for her online resume using ‘her’ ipad.

It revealed a sharply dressed, designer wearing, conservative brunette, with a deep bronze tan and stylish medium length hair, sitting confidently on her Red Recliner. In the photo Melody looked confident, in control, and the gleam of intelligence and high self esteem illuminated in her eyes.

Lashawndra paced as she spoke, getting a little more excited and animated as she did: “Keep in mind, the white bitch that lived here: she just got divorced, just moved in and just remodeled the joint.

She was upscale, uptight, single, and smart-as—a-whip.

She was a yoga freak, strong willed type A, and a serious health nut. She’d never been with women before, and she sure as hell didn’t like feet, or anything that even reminded her of feet. I axed her when I axed her a whole bunch of other questions.

She hated blue Cheese, Parmesan cheese, popcorn; Doritos cheese puffs, dried apricots and sure as hell hated salt and vinegar potato chips.

She was all modest and proper an shit, wearing her little yoga outfits, wearing pajamas in the house, sportin’ a fancy ass haircut, a deep dark ass tan. Several shades darker than me, real dark, you know I hate that. She was runnin’ her corporate shit. She was in charge of her life. This house had NONE of the delicious treats you see on this coffee table. Sure as hell: no de-boned vinegar and blue cheese hot wings. Lashawndra then caught her breath and composure, then calmed a little:

Anyway: I want you ladies to see what I was able do in just 3 weeks of really good ‘training’, using my deep training methods.

The four women had quizzical expressions, ‘really good training, ‘deep training?’ What could that mean? They all looked at each other in wonder. What would be more impressive than that dog’s training? They wondered aloud to each other.

REVEALING HER NEW SERVANT TO FRIENDS FROM THE HOOD

Lashawndra simply clapped her hands twice, and then smirked. The second bedroom door quietly opened and Melody entered, walking in rather slowly, taking deliberate steps, almost robotically to the foot of the red chair, where she then stopped, pivoted and stood. Melody stood quietly at flexed attention in front of Lashawndra. Melody’s eyes blankly stared into nothing. There was no gleam in her eyes, no intelligent expression. The petite, alabaster skinned, naked white woman had an amateur-cut pixie cut, her crotch was fully clean-shaven. Melody was completely naked except for some nude ‘no show’ liner socks (otherwise Melody’s dirty feet might end up on the bed)

Melody remained completely motionless, flexed at full attention in front of Lashawndra’s friends as she silently awaited her Queen’s first command.

“Kneel” demanded Lashawndra, while displaying the hand signal.

Melody immediately knelt, arms automatically interlocking stiffly behind her, fingers clasped, chest thrust up, Melody looked blankly and obediently at Lashawndra.

“Lay down” commanded Lashawndra, using another hand signal.

Melody immediately went from kneeling to onto her stomach arms out in prostate.

“Submit” commanded Lashawndra, and Melody rolled on her back, legs up, arms up.

“All fours” Lashawndra commanded-Melody rolled over to: on all fours, looking up at Lashawndra.

Lashawndra then asked: “Whose house is this bitch, who are you, and how’d you get here?”

While still on all fours, close to Lashawndra’s feet, Melody said flatly, in a semi monotone:

“This is Queen Lashawndra’s home, I am little licking girl, her obedient personal servant, I came with the house and have been trained by my Queen to obey her commands and pamper her beautiful ebony feet.”

The friends audibly gasped. While they were aware of Lashawndra’s ‘proclivities’, they had never seen them in person. They had only heard drunken rants and stoned conversations of Lashawndra’s pipe dreams, and her opinions of ‘uppity white bitches’ and how she would ‘handle them’ given the chance, many times.

One of the friends exclaimed: “She don’t even look like the same bitch.’ This was a 20 something woman, who looked like a cross between Haley Berry & Jaden Pinkett Smith: her hair almost shaved on the sides and blonde on top.

A second friend chimed in as well, ‘She hardly look the same, she too pale and she look hella different.’

Now Lashawndra was a getting annoyed, as she had a whole ‘thing’ planned and wanted to show off how well she had trained Melody. Lashawndra lamented; “Y’all throwing off my presentation, dammit. Now, I ain’t gonna do this again, but I’m gonna show you bitches I’m serious.

When I point to y’all and say, ‘let em drop’ you let all your shoes fall off to the floor at the same time, then aim your soles right at her, so she can see them.’

First, Ima show you who this bitch WAS just three short weeks ago to convince your damned asses. Then, you’re gonna really see who I trained her to become for me.

“Stand” commanded Lashawndra, giving a hand signal.

Melody quickly rose to her feet at attention.

Lashawndra walked over to Melody and said in a soothing voice. ‘We gonna do a little time travel now, so you gonna go into a deep, deep trance for me.’

Lashawdra then slowly waved a hand in front of Melody’s face, and Melody’s eye’s responded immediately.

Melody instantly went from standing at flexed attention and a fixed gaze, to a much softer look, a deep hypnotic trance, Melody’s eyes rolled upward, and her jaw went slack. She was in a very deep trance.

“Ima let you go back to the exact day we met, right when you walked up to the house and saw me: Monday May 2nd, all tired from your morning walk.

You allowed to talk like you talked before I trained you, but you can’t yell, you only talk real soft and you can’t leave this room. You can’t walk more than 3 steps away from this chair, or try to call the police, do you understand?’

Melody answered in deep monotone: “Yes-my—Queen.”

Angrily Lashawndra stomped over to grab an egg timer, then set it for 15 minutes. She then walked back to where she was before, and then addressed Melody again.

“You still gonna do what I tell you, cause all them mantras be buried real, real deep, but you will be honest when you talk, all ‘educated’ and shit. When you hear the egg timer ring, though you gonna snap right back to today, to right now: with all your training working, like it’s supposed to, you understand?”

“Yes my Queen’ Replied Melody. Lashawndra then said: “When I command ‘awake!’ you just came up that hill, when you very first saw me looking in your window, casing this joint.

And…“Awake!” demanded Lashawndra, snapping her fingers loudly.

Melody blinked several times, her body shuddered a little, she deeply sighed, and her posture relaxed as she stood casually. The intelligent expression and light in her eyes from the picture everyone saw, slowly returned to her face. Melody surveyed her surroundings, obviously very confused.

Melody wondered: How did she get from walking the dog and seeing her new house, with that stranger in the yard, to suddenly inside the house?

She wondered whom all these strange young women were that were sitting in her living room. That gleam was in Melody’s eyes again, as she elegantly spoke:

‘Excuse me, but what’s going on here? How did everyone gain entrance into my home? Who are you young Ladies?” suddenly Melody saw the finger she was pointing was connected to a very pale, alabaster arm. “My deep bronze tan! Why am I so pale? And why on Earth am I naked? Melody covered her tiny breasts crossing her arms and quickly started to walk out of the room, but she only got 3 paces away then she pivoted and automatically returned to standing in front of the red chair again. Her arms suddenly slapped to her sides automatically. Now even more confused, Melody tried again, but again her body was not under her control. She grabbed her hair in frustration and then she felt the short uneven haircut.

‘My hair, goddamnit, I just had it styled and highlighted!’ Exclaimed Melody. Melody then focused her attention to the smirking 19 year old, now smugly sitting in her favorite chair, and pointed at her accusingly. “ You! What’s the idea, young lady, that’s my favorite chair, why are you sitting in it? I permit no one to sit in my Perfect chair! That chair was 3 grand!’

Lashawndra causally stood up and walked a few feet away from the red perfect chair, smiling, then said: “Go ahead, the chair’s empty now bitch, and the phone is right next to it.’ The increasingly irate, but now very confused Melody walked toward the chair to grab the phone and sit down, but then noticed something: Melody blurted” It’s stained, there are oil stains all over my chair, all along the foot rest!”

Lashawndra laughed and replied: “That’s because that’s where you massage and oil my calves and feet every day, bitch’.

But as soon as Melody stepped closer to the chair, her body automatically knelt, then her arms snapped to her sides, and her hands repositioned, clasped behind her, as Melody then thrust her chest out, beyond her control or comprehension. Melody’s head looked slightly upward as well, to where Lashawndra would normally be sitting. Now posed in this degrading way, Melody softly exclaimed: ‘What the hell is going on here’. Melody was unable to bring her voice above a soft conversation volume. ‘Why am I posed in this manner? What’s happening?’

Lashawndra glanced at the timer, then back over to Melody. Lashawndra walked over and turned Melody’s head slightly so she was now looking at the visitors.

Lashawndra said sarcastically: “Yo, wasn’t you some kinda ‘computer, analyzer and shit’, all smart, pedigreed, confident?

Y’know: before your divorce? Hey, now that you be divorced: do you ever think about switchin’ teams, you know, jumping the fence, maybe getting it on with a hot young sista?’ Lashawndra jiggled her ample breasts, and shook her solid ass, and then she sat down and wiggled her ballet flat clad feet. The Lashawndra asked: “And what about black girl’s feet? They sexy right, do you like em, don’t you wanna give strange young sistas foot rubs?’ Lashawndra laughed.

Melody was indignant, incensed. But she remained in the pose.

“How… how do you know my private matters like my divorce, or my work as a top computer analyst on IT systems and emerging technologies? Who are you young lady?

And good heavens no, I’ve never considered ‘switching teams.’ I absolutely loathe anything that remotely smells of, or reminds me of feet, up to and including feet. That is disgusting, young lady, it’s perverted, how dare you insinuate I would give you a foot rub or go anywhere near your damned feet.’

Lashawndra looked at her friends and waved a hand, “ Ok ladies, now let em all drop’.

All four women allowed their shoes to fall off their feet to the floor, and then extended their legs so their soles simultaneously faced Melody, toes wide and foot flexed back. They all wrinkled their toes.

With time still on the egg timer, it was as if light switch suddenly went off in Melody’s brain: while still quite cognizant, Melody slowly brought her arms out from behind her and assumed a rigid crawling position. Then she began stiffly, slowly crawling over to the line of wrinkled ebony soles, fresh out of their respective shoes, some dry, some beautifully glistening. You could see Melody was fighting it in vain; her body wasn’t under her own control anymore. Melody protested to no avail, her body moving mechanically.

‘What..why..am I getting closer to these awful bare feet? Wrinkled, perspired, bare feet? I have no idea who you are..Eww, I…am so repul. I am..completely repuls..’ But before Melody could even utter the word ‘repulsed’ She suddenly found her self ever closer the line of ebony soles of the four women, all eight lovely feet.

Melody returned her gaze to the first woman’s bare feet, now mere inches in front of her, her look then became curious, as if remembering something. Melody was close enough now to lean in slightly and gently touch her nose softly onto the woman’s wrinkled ebony sole.

Melody then slowly began rubbing her nose, and then her cheeks, then her forehead and hair, finally her gently opened lips all over the strange woman’s perspired soles. Melody’s nipples instantly became very noticeably erect.

‘No,’ whispered Melody softly in between the gentle kisses she found herself slowly putting on that 1st stranger’s soles, sniffing first softly between the woman’s toes, and then a little harder. “Feet are so disgust…”she tried to utter just as the egg timer suddenly went off with a resounding ring.

When the timer rang, Melody’s body suddenly went quite stiff where she was, almost like an electric shock, her body trembling a little. Melody became frozen while crawling.

The light completely faded from her eyes and that blank look immediately reappeared. Melody had ceased all resistance. A few moments later her body then noticeably relaxed again, as Melody raised her butt a little and lowered her stomach. Melody gyrated her tiny butt back and forth a little, then crawled further forward pushing her face into the soles: Melody began to eagerly, ravenously, sloppily, flat-tongue lick the deserving feet of the visitor. Melody once again knew this was her better, and this is where she belonged.

Melody then bent her head down and using her mouth, she picked up that first young woman’s sandal, then brought her head up to study the sole it fell from, and to gaze upon the young woman’s pretty face.

“Drop it” commanded Lashawndra.

Melody dropped the sandal, but then glanced at it, making a weak attempt to lick it.

Lashawndra barked:” Leave it, only mine, remember?” Melody meekly replied: “yes my Queen”.

Melody sat up to a kneel from crawling position so she could put the girl’s heels resting in of her each palms. She began alternately licking each foot on the now amazed stranger. You could see in the friend’s eyes that it felt great. Melody then showered Lashawndra’s friend with much less eloquent compliments. She was no longer uppity by any stretch now.

Melody had a casual, almost air head vernacular: “Yeah, so pretty, uh huh. Sista’s feet be so perfect, us white bitches just be your dogs. We belong right here, right here serving your ebony feet. Mmmmn, I’m here to serve your ebony feet ms.’ Melody moaned, licking them ravenously. With toes in her mouth she looked at the woman with a wanton expression.

Lashawndra sarcastically asked: “Don’t you analyze tech and emerging technology for fancy uppity computers?”

Melody kept ravenously licking the first strangers feet, sniffing and sucking on them. With a much less educated sounding voice Melody then replied: “I only ‘analyze ebony sista’s feet’ with my tongue when they ‘emerge’ from their sexy shoes, so I can serve my betters like they really deserve.’ She continued: ‘Queen Lashawndra trained me good, cause I know my proper place, right here.’ Finished Melody.

“And Freeze” commanded Lashawndra. Melody immediately froze completely still, mid lick, staring at nothing once again, her body stiff but pliable.

Lashawndra then addressed her friends. “I had the bitch download hypnosis instructions, and then customized em’, then I used them on her, several times every day. She has been hypnotized over and over, prolly hundreds of times now, since I moved in.’

Lashawndra asked: “Convinced, bitches? Now, you two switch places, and watch what happens next”

The girl who had her feet licked switched with the one sitting next to her so now that woman’s feet were in Melody’s face, as Melody remained completely still, like a statue. Melody was easily pose-able like a mannequin, so the second friend placed her heels into Melody’s waiting palms. Melody’s face now pressed against a brand new pair of ebony soles.

“Un-freeze Bitch” commanded Lashawndra.

Melody blinked, and as her tongue licked the sole of the different sista, Melody’s eye’s widened, as if pleasantly surprised. “Mmm, these different, they taste different”, purred Melody as she looked up at the face of the woman who owned the new feet she was now pampering, then said: “She pretty too, all my Queen’s friends pretty.”

Once Melody was done, she was ‘frozen’ and ‘unfrozen’ again until all four of Lashawndra’s friends feet were fully serviced, showing off how easily controlled she was by her Queen, and how tirelessly she now worshipped ebony feet, and adored their owners.

Then Melody was commanded to wash and dry each pair of feet, using witch hazel and a nice towel. Once finished: Melody automatically returned to standing at attention, waiting for further commands from her Queen.

As Melody stood at flexed attention, oblivious to anything but Lashawndra’s orders when directed at her, Lashawndra turned and addressed her friends.

‘Put them funky shoes back on, ladies’ exclaimed Lashawndra. Notice, she just serviced 4 customers in that short a time, and she could do this all day, just think of it. Lashawndra returned to the Red chair.

She followed that with: “servant bitch, look” Melody turned to look at Lashawndra.

Lashawndra then used a mere hand signal and simply said: ‘Submit.’

Melody quickly moved to kneeling, then rolled to her side, then flat on her back, directly in front of Lashawndra, looking at Lashawndra, as she put her arms and legs up ½ up in the air, and held still, like a dog would show submission.

Then, showing off: Lashawndra inquired: “Who’s my little licking girl, my ‘obedient servant bitch, my personal foot freak? And who trained your ass?” then Lashawndra glanced over at her friends.

Melody simply replied as she had hundreds of times in the last three weeks: “I am, my queen, I am your little licking girl, your obedient servant bitch and personal foot freak, trained by Queen Lashawndra. I’m an accessory that came with your house. I belong to you, and exist to serve you Queen Lashawndra. I like how you trained me, I am eager to please you and service your friends.”

Lashawndra then lowered the chair’s foot rest, and held out her own perspired feet, still adorned in well worn, scuffed up, old ballerina flats, directly over Melody’s face. Melody automatically removed the ballerina flats and placed them right next to her head, touching either side of her face so their pungent aroma could waft to her. Lashawndra’s large sweaty feet now hovered barely a quarter inch over Melody’s face, glistening in all their strength and glory. Lashawndra wiggled her long toes, laughing, as she watched Melody inhale deeply with her nose, to breathe in the glorious scent of her young queen’s feet. Feet she had fallen in love with.

The four friends were intrigued. Lashawndra turned to them and then said: ‘now watch this.’ “That’s a good little licking girl, obedient and submissive.” “Thank you my Queen” said Melody.

Lashawndra then made Melody giggle like a vacuous airhead, as she pulled her feet from near Melody’s face and then wiped the perspiration off her feet roughly onto Melody’s sculpted abs and tiny chest, which made Melody tremble, and her nipples again harden noticeably. Melody bit her lip in excitement being used as Lashawndra’s wiping mat. Quietly Melody uttered “I’m little licking girl, I’m your floormat.”

Lashawndra then pressed her big feet right onto Melody’s face, firmly, grinding her sweaty soles into Melody’s face and demanded: “Show my friends what you think of my Ebony feet now.”

Melody began slavishly licking the sweaty soles and sucking on the size 11 feet, darting her tongue between Lashawndra’s toes, swallowing any lint or anything else they gifted her, as she now did daily, numerous times a day, ever since the first day she met Lashawndra. Her triggers had taken root in 3 weeks of intense ‘training’. Lashawndra didn’t know the jargon but she was re-routing neurons and pathways, cementing new habits and expected behaviors, creating muscle memory, redesigning Melody’s personality.

Friend four laughed: “damn you really trained that bitch look at her go!”

Queen Lashawndra said to Melody ‘why don’t you tell my friend why you are my bitch’, and lifted her feet so Melody could speak.

Melody replied her heavily rehearsed mantra, compounded by session after session of amateur hypnosis in a subtle monotone: ‘white women be like dogs, we belong at your beautiful ebony feet. I exist to serve my Queen. I been trained by Queen Lashawndra. I like being trained. I now serve my true purpose; I am where I belong, owned by her, serving her ebony feet, serving my Queen.’

Lashawndra laughed as the entranced Melody returned to licking and sucking her feet, filling her mouth as much as she was able. Lashawndra’s 4 friends were stunned witnesses, speechless at Lashawndra’s level of control over the 36yr old white woman. It looked like Lashawndra took total control of the house AND the former owner.

This woman obviously had absolutely NO aversion to feet now, quite the opposite. Lashawndra had turned her into an obedient foot freak, fully under her control.

Queen Lashawndra was barely 19 years old, and already had run ins with the law, dropped out of school quite young, and yet: somehow this successful woman almost 17 years her senior was now completely under her command, debasing herself with no hesitation in front of several strangers.

She mindlessly obeyed Lashawndra’s every word, even followed hand signals. She seemed to have no will, no inhibitions. She eagerly licked the feet of any ebony woman presented to her, right out of their shoes.

The women were not only fascinated but a little aroused. This white chick licked their friend’s feet like Lashawndra was some kind of goddess in her eyes.

Lashawndra then extended a hand, and had her palm face up, then slowly turned it face lay down and pointed her fingers lay downward so Melody could see the gesture.

Melody immediately turned slowly, mechanically, in front of Lashawndra. She used one hand and pulled a small stool from under the coffee table, placing it below her head, she then placed the ballerina flats on it. Melody adjusted until her back was perfectly flat, and then she went quite rigid again, and stared deeply into the beat up ballerina shoes, now easily within her reach, as her nose gently touched the imprinted insole.

Queen Lashawndra then rested her long heavy legs on Melody’s bareback, as Melody remained motionless, her expression blank. This was the tabletop yoga pose, now used to reduce Melody into Lashawndra’s human footrest.

Once Lashawndra’s legs were in place, she merely snapped her fingers, and then automatically, mechanically, Melody began licking the insoles of the old worn ballerina flats clean. Her expression was still completely blank, until slowly a mischievous grin formed on her face as she licked the interior of the ballerina flats, ripe with their owner’s scent, pheromones, sweat, and skin cells.

One friend exclaimed:. “Oh my god, I don’t know what to say, whether I am appalled or turned the hell on, but.. I want her to do my feet again, I want the white bitch to pamper my tired and hurt feet again: will she?”

Queen Lashawndra replied. “She will now do whatever I command her to do. That’s exactly why you are here today. I’m fully moved in, I left the hood, and Ima gonna start a foot salon right here. She’s been reading up on Urban styles, very soon she’ll be able to do urban manicure-pedicures, and do them fast: but I can offer something no other foot salon can: ‘having your feet totally worshipped and adored’. I wanted to offer you a sample today, and then we get this shit runnin.’ Laughed Queen Lashawndra.

Once the ballerina flats looked well-licked Melody remained motionless for her Queen.

Friend one asked: “So what do I do?

Lashawndra replied: She’s deeply trained already. But when you her take off your shoes, just don’t walk around, I don’t want her cleaning crumbs from the floor from your feet, but whatever a sister’s feet gives her she’ll take. I want you to dip your feet into the crushed Doritos, or get em covered with them fancy cheeses: (Roquefort, Limburger, Brie de Meaux, Munster, Camembert were on the table ) grab cheese or cheese puffs between your toes, then give her a little snack. Watch her now that I fully trained her dumb ass.”

Lashawndra continued: “Tell the bitch to pamper your feet.. She used to hate everything on this table, but see the difference that my training makes’. Lashawndra returned her legs to the footrest on the chair.

The friend then kicked off her shoes, and placed her moist feet into the crushed Doritos, put squares of cheese between her toes, and poured a little blue cheese dressing on then laughed. “Bitch, come have a snack and pamper my feet.” Melody blinked for a second and then turned and silently crawled toward Lashawndra’s friend.

Melody knelt in front of the woman, someone she had never seen before today. She was a few years older than Lashawndra but still younger than Melody, with darker skin than Lashawndra, but not as statuesque; actually she was a little thicker. She had on a pair of old well worn teva sandals. Maybe that’s why her feet always hurt, and sweat. Her feet definitely needed pumicing but that did not bother Melody at all. To her, those ebony feet were beautiful.

The woman presented her treat laden feet to Melody. “Good girl, you get a treat now” said the woman patronizingly. Melody obediently mouthed and licked and sucked the snacks from the woman’s toes, swallowing as if famished and cleaned them with her mouth. She made love to the strange woman’s feet eagerly. Pungent cheeses didn’t make Melody grimace; they only aroused her now, as her training was so strong already.

Mildly taken aback, the woman asked Melody: “For a white bitch that don’t like feet or anything like em, you sure seem into it now, what you like about a Sista’s feet so much? She asked.

Melody answered in monotone. “Their Size, their shape, their strength, the veins and skin tone, the flat wrinkled soles, the sexy line between the light bottom and the darker top. I love how ebony soles feel pressed hard on my face, because I deserve it. I love their scent too, it’s so sexy when rubbed all over me, I’m in love with Ebony female feet, I exist to serve them.’ said Melody.

The woman was astonished at the extent of Melody’s programming by her friend Lashawndra. Melody’s personality had been completely rewritten.

Melody then continued eagerly sniffing and kissing the strange woman’s feet, gently licking the rather wide sole of her foot, and used her teeth to scrape the heels clean and sucked on them. Melody licked the darker sides and the pale rough bottoms, the tops, as Melody gently nibbled then suckled the toes. One could hear Lashawndra’s friend moan a little, enjoying the sensation of having her feet adored so intensely, nobody have ever sucked her toes like this before, or gave her feet such expert attention.

When the woman surprisingly had an orgasm at the end of Melody eagerly servicing her feet, she absent-mindedly gripped Melody’s face with both soles and toes and squeezed hard. You could see Melody tremble a little in pleasure receiving the rough treatment, not minding the strange woman’s feet pressed gruffly into her obedient face.

Melody performed the same service 3 more times, on the remaining women, who wore shoes ranging from spiked patent leather heels to worn old worn lace up keds. Regardless of their size, width, or whether they had a recent pedicure or seriously needed one, Melody had been trained that as long as they were ebony feet, she belonged under them, servicing them, adoring them. She belonged under a sista’s feet. That was Melody’s rightful place, loving everything about them, and everything those feet gave her. Melody showed no fatigue even after the last woman’s feet were worshiped.

When she finished the last ‘client’ Melody was commanded to lie in between the coffee table and the sofa, at perfect attention for the women to then rest their feet on her, reinforcing Melody’s lowly status as merely a footrest.

The women chatted about creating a one of a kind foot massage business, for some time.

Lashawndra wanted to create a place where ebony women would be constantly complimented and treated like a Queen. Melody had dazzled the women she serviced in the trial run (5 including Lashawndra).

The ‘pampering’ as Lashawndra called it: would be great for every customer’s self esteem. Estimating 4-6 clients per session for at least 50 bucks each, that’s $300 bucks. Push it to 3 appointment times, that’s $900 per day, 6 days per week. This could bring Lashawndra and ‘investors’ up to $5400.00 per week! That’s $21,600 per month, or $259,000 per year. Of course the Lion’s share of the money would go to Lashanwdra. Those giving referrals would get a nominal referral fee, and only from their actual referrals.

That was cash money! (Or debit card). Melody was now going to be the eager unpaid attendant. She did her job without question or hesitation. Melody’s reward was being allowed to worship the ebony feet she was presented. Her post hypnotic suggestions and training were so deeply ingrained, that every time she performed these tasks it simply increased her eagerness and reinforced her ‘new normal and her status.’

Lashawndra imagined before too long, Melody would forget her life having ever been different. This was to be her ‘new normal’.

If Lashawndra staggered the times apart enough, Melody could possibly do her regular high paid computer work for a few hours, then return to her one true purpose, unless Lashawndra found another way for her to make more money otherwise. After all she had hours of recorded footage of Melody ready for a website.

When the four friends asked about whether or not to ‘tip’ the ‘attendant’.

Lashawndra laughed. As long as the clients were healthy, the bitch could accept a tip “like this”: Lashawndra then demonstrated letting a spittle drop from her mouth into Melody’s open mouth, at which Melody trembled with pleasure. Melody had been trained to understand she wasn’t worthy to kiss a sista, but that their saliva was indeed a gift. Melody was trained to orgasm only from her Queen’s saliva, but to graciously accept it from her ‘clients, thanking them profusely upon swallowing.’

All four friends tried it, and found it quite liberating. These were friends that agreed, ‘watching an uppity white bitch actually treat being spit into like it was a privilege’ was a hoot.

One friend suggested that Lashawndra ‘should put some weight on licking girl’ so she’d be softer to rest your feet on. Friend 4 wanted to know when Licking Girl would lick more than just her feet, as her boyfriend didn’t, and the foot treatment made her horny as hell, she would pay more to get her to lick pussy.

Each of Lashawndra’s friends was to find 4 more like-minded friends and they were in turn to find more. Lashawndra made it clear she wanted to make the money but have Melody do all the work.

Lashawndra sincerely doubted that installing the extremely intense foot fetish for African American female feet could harm Melody, physically. After all, they were ‘just feet’. Truly she didn’t worry much about it.

Once fully trained, Melody could provide service on countless clients for the long haul. There were Lashawndra’s old projects and was another housing project just minutes away at Western and Palos Verdes Drive.. Lashawndra knew the right approach to women that thought the way she did would bring in clientele from there too. She’s have a steady biz in no time. Lashawndra was eager to make more customizations to her ‘new toy’ as well.

Melody was already a far cry from who she was only two short weeks ago; imagine who she’d be in another month or two! One friend mentioned she liked the pale skin, but thought it being that pale made Licking Girl’s hair look too dark. She should get some kind of make over.

Lashawndra had some ideas in store to address that as she did more training. After all, Lashawndra looked at Melody as merely an accessory in her new house, so she could change her as she saw fit. Melody did not offer resistance intensely bleaching her skin, so Lashawndra knew she could do whatever she desired.

Queen Lashawndra trained Melody to bring Lashawndra her shoes, while crawling, carrying them in her mouth, like a dog, responding to the ‘walk’ signal.

Using hypnosis Melody trained to freeze, staying motionless and silent for hours. Since Lashawndra had a ‘lesbionic crush’ on Amber Rose, she daydreamt about turning Melody into her very own obedient Amber Rose knock off.

FOOT SMOOTHING

Per Lashawndra’s orders, Melody used Listerine and vinegar to soak Queen Lashawndra’s size 11 feet, and all the dead skin came off quite easily. Queen Lashawndra was so pleased with how incredibly smooth and soft her feet were now, and how they didn’t hurt: She decided that as a reward, she Melody could pour all the Listerine and Vinegar back into the bottle, and use the mixture as her daily gargle. For Queen Lashawndra’s amusement, she made Melody do the same treatment on 3 more of her friends, but that mixture was dumped when done. While Melody completely obeyed the commands from her Queen, she had been conditioned from the beginning to ‘fall in love’ with Queen Lashawndra’s feet specifically.

Now that Queen Lashawndra had beautifully smooth-skinned, supple feet, Melody used the paraffin wax foot baths she bought for Queen Lashawndra’s beautiful feet, leaving them even smoother with a nice oily sheen. Queen Lashawndra’s feet were actually breathtaking now and anyone would notice. Melody gave the 3 friends the paraffin treatment and they too now had an oily sheen, even if theirs weren’t as perfect as Queen Lashawndra’s.

On command, Melody laid length wise at the foot of the couch, where the women sat to watch Reality TV, as they rested their smooth, paraffin treated feet on the pale nude woman, using her as a docile, obedient foot rest until their show marathon was over.

MAKING THE AMAZING MODEL

Not wanting to waste the rather large pile of freshly removed, completely sanitary foot skin, Queen Lashawndra commanded Melody go research how to preserve it all long term. Diligently Melody researched online, and found a way to mix the rather large amount of skin into a latex, plastic-like paraffin compound.

It not only had a two to four year shelf life when prepared properly and cured, but it allowed the creation of an extremely realistic, extremely life-like ‘rubber’—like flexible sculpture of Queen Lashawndra’s smooth, pedicure beautiful LEFT FOOT and partial calf, that would almost fool a coroner, or at least look life-like enough to use on CSI or in some Movie.

Complete with representation of the top of the foot and lines in the sole, the subtle veins, beauty marks, toe knuckles, and perfect colorization of the skin tones they got lighter from top to sole, going all the way to 4 inches of calf. The depth of Melody’s state under Queen Lashawndra’s strong influence allowed her to tap deeply into her artistic talents, and her prior make up training and her college class in sculpture helped immensely. A lot of it was from duplicating something she loved and had memorized.

Melody then used a mix of formaldehyde, ethanol, deionized water, xylene (all found online) and the paraffin wax Queen Lashawndra soaked in, as well as other compounds to make ‘rubber’ sculptures to Queen Lashawndra’s specifications. Basically, Melody made 2 increasingly larger in scale ‘rubber’ prosthetic perfect replicas of, Queen Lashawndra’s left foot, starting smaller at size 8, and finally graduating to Queen Lashawndra’s actual size 11 medium-narrow. From the tip of the large toe to the heel was 10.9 inches, with 4.7 inches from tip of the big toe to the start of instep, with an average width of 3 15/16s inches. The sculpture ended with 6 inches of realistic calf, at the exact dimensions of Queen Lashawndra’s intimidating calf. Queen Lashawndra’s intentions were 3 perfect copies of her left foot. Queen Lashawndra waited for the continuously pheromone-dosed Melody to present her with the sculptures on a tray when they were dried and cured. They were simply astonishing. Queen Lashawndra waited for the deepest part of Melody’s trance to subside, killing time watching TV. Queen Lashawndra summoned the extremely agreeable, very obedient now and slightly more lucid seeming Melody into the living room to kneel at her feet for instruction. Melody cheerfully knelt, not thinking anything odd about it. Queen Lashawndra pointed to both her armpits and went from agreeable, obedient roommate at her Queen’s service to deeply entranced and incredibly aroused: again.

“This might take all night into the morning, but I got the time.” Said Queen Lashawndra. She dispassionately continued: “You be so tiny and tight, and we gonna fix that tonight. Starting with the smallest version of my foot, you will push that inside you up to the ankle and then clean my house. Once it’s an easy fit, you will pull it out and make the next one fit, until you can take the ACTUAL SIZED ONE real easy-like and instantly when commanded. Your grand prize will be inserting the real thing, so I can command you while it’s in you! Said Queen Lashawndra.

Melody was rather petite, and while flexible from her years in yoga, it was going to take extreme arousal and total acceptance to allow her body to actually accept something that large inside of her vagina, not to mention the actual, real life foot of her Queen. There are a lot of websites where woman fuck other women with their feet, but they have been into it for some time, or are experienced well stretched out porn stars. The vagina does in fact relax during arousal to accommodate well-hung men, (like your author for instance) but this was going to be a new experience for sweet, formerly conservative Melody.

Melody obediently and carefully inserted the first lubricated rubber Queen Lashawndra foot inside of her, very slowly. Melody was pretty tight, and hadn’t been that promiscuous before meeting her Queen. Queen Lashawndra instructed her to relax her pussy, and remove then reinsert it a number of times, while staring at Queen Lashawndra’s face, thanking her. This went on late into the night, stretching and conditioning Melody’s tiny taught body to at last finally accept and then fully allow the-life sized sculpture of her Queen’s left foot inside of her.

Melody’s eyes were like saucers, she was astounded, she felt like she would split in half but she didn’t. More than once she loudly commented: “Oh my god, oh my god.” She looked at her Queen in awe, and adoration, never taking her eyes from staring at her face, deeply imprinting herself with the immense power and pleasure giving ability her Queen possessed. Just as Queen Lashawndra wanted. “This is what you have always wanted, always needed.” Said Queen Lashawndra.

Now Queen Lashawndra’s idea could be truly tested. Melody was commanded to slowly remove the sculpture, which she did, screaming ‘thank you’s’ to Queen Lashawndra. Melody was to save the sculpture for when Queen Lashawndra left the house and was to gratify herself, deeply missing her Queen when not present, and to keep the sculpture supple. Queen Lashawndra was really doing a mind fuck on her.

Melody was then commanded to stand where Queen Lashawndra could easily insert her real left foot, and not need to get up from her chair she was in or spill her popcorn. Queen Lashawndra felt an overwhelming sense of power and control as she kicked off the shoe she had been wearing all evening, while melody prepared her body and then her size 11 left foot slowly found it’s way deeply inside Melody’s body as she walked forward toward her Queen, her owner, and walked closer on her own power to debase herself to please her Queen. Melody reverently held her Queen’s strong ankle and the inserted toes of Queen Lashawndra’s left foot disappeared into her welcoming vagina. Melody slowly inched forward and complimented and then worshipped Queen Lashawndra’s right foot, lavishing Queen Lashawndra with praise over the oily smoothness of her Queen’s ‘perfect’ feet, and her honor and rightful place rightful place serving them, and allowing them to fill her like nothing before ever could.

Queen Lashawndra’s foot was inside of Melody up to where her instep began, as her ankle was slammed into by Melody’s eager thrusting pelvis, riding her owner’s left foot, sweating profusely as she tightly held the lower calf of the right, smacking herself in the face with the right sole, and alternately licking it aggressively, until she exploded in an orgasm and exhaustion from her absolute submission to the young woman. Using her leg strength, Queen Lashawndra had one more laugh before she let Melody collapse from the ordeal by lifting her off the ground a couple inches using only her leg. She then let Melody sleep it off, and once Melody was awake, wash, then dry both her feet.

HOMAGE TO FETISH 4

Lashawndra wanted more than Melody to simply ‘adore and worship’ her feet: to really ‘lock in’ Melody’s mindset, and mindfuck her as much beyond repair as possible:

Lashawndra had Melody retrieve the Sandra Romain DVD: ‘Fetish 4’ from the things shipped from her old apartment, then watch it countless times and memorize Belladonna’s part.

Melody soon craved the chance to play the submissive Belladonna role to Queen Lashawndra’s ultra dominant Sandra Romain persona, reenacting her now favorite movie.

She allowed Melody to remove the right sandal only. Melody carefully removed the sandal as if it were a religious icon. She then opened her mouth as wide as possible and deep throated the right foot, breathing through her button nose, as her eyes grew wide, looking up at her Queen, while her tongue explored between each toe. ‘this is my place’ she thought.

Melody roughly positioned herself with her back against the wall and her legs spread wide. Her hands interlinked under her ass. Queen Lashawndra allowed Melody to bob her head back and forth, as Melody moaned, enamored with the young ebony woman’s size 11 taking over her throat. Melody wanted the other foot deep inside her, virtually turning her small body into a living shoe for the dominant young owner to wear.

Her lust for, and devotion to Queen Lashawndra had reached a very deep new level. To an observer, Melody seemed to be somewhat conscious of her actions; the pheromones and hypnosis were so powerful together Melody could really hone in on her owners scents consciously, building her own associations. For someone who never actually studied it, Queen Lashawndra was using operant and classical conditioning on Melody daily and well. No longer did she seem dazed or in a fog. Melody ached to use everything she learned in the movies Queen Lashawndra made her watch repeatedly.

Queen Lashawndra retracted her foot from Melody’s mouth and wiped off the saliva on Melody’s breasts, neck and then slicked back melody’s hair using her wet foot, laughing.

She then grabbed a large bottle of durex scented lube from the night stand. Queen Lashawndra then stood up, holding the open beam above her for support, towering over Melody. Queen Lashawndra squatted and poured some lube onto Melody’s pussy, then slowly inserted the 6.7 ounce bottle of durex fruit loop scented lube into Melodies vagina. It slid in with no problem. Melody’s eyes grew wide as the bottle almost disappeared inside of her. She began moaning and thanking Queen Lashawndra, screaming: “I am nothing, I love you, you are too good to me, I am nothing,’ Quoting the movie she had memorized.

Queen Lashawndra laughed and pushed and pulled the bottle in and out of Melody, talking down to her. “Fucking white trash bitch, take this! Beg for my foot if you want it.” Melody just whimpered in response, ‘Oh oh, you are so good to me, you fucking own me. Please, Please, little licking girl needs your foot.”

Queen Lashawndra used just one hand and the bottle of lube was working Melody into a froth. But quickly, Queen Lashawndra’s arm became tired, and so she yelled at Melody: “my fucking arm is tired now, bitch.”

Queen Lashawndra stood up, holding the open beam above her for support again her 6.1ft frame towering over Melody. She allowed the sandal to fall from her left foot. Without skipping a beat, She immediately used the toes of her left foot to grip and push the bottle deeper inside of Melody. Melody screamed: “I couldn’t love you more, oh my god, Queen Lashawndra” As the bottle moved slightly out of Melody, Queen Lashawndra gritted her teeth and ordered: “Don’t you fuckin’ push it out! Hold it!” she demanded.

Melody’s eyes grew wide and her face perspired as she struggled to keep the bottle inside her as ordered, moaning softly at her predicament.

Queen Lashawndra’s foot was beginning to glisten with lube and perspiration. Her strong calves shone brilliantly. Her muscular thighs quivered. She moved her exquisite foot onto Melody’s stomach and said condescendingly:

‘I could fucking walk on you, all over you, stepping on you like a welcome mat, and you’d love it.’ Hearing this Melody’s eyes widened. Melody screamed again, “Oh my god, I love you, I’m nothing. You are so good to me, better than I deserve.” Queen Lashawndra responded: “You are so pathetic,” then she pushed her large foot onto Melody’s stomach slowly and forcefully, making the bottle of lube pop out from the pressure, landing on the tarp. Queen Lashawndra laughed.

Queen Lashawndra gripped the beam over head more tightly, and teased Melody by wiggling her toes on Melody’s labia. This is what you want trashy bitch?” Melody begged. “please, yes please?” Queen Lashawndra laughed again, “listen to you, begging me for my FOOT.”

Queen Lashawndra then maneuvered her size 11 foot into petite Melody’s vagina, first just her toes, as Melody gasped. Then up to the ball of her foot, pushing Melody held up against the wall harder as Queen Lashawndra’s foot disappeared up to her instep. Melody squealed and gasped, accepting the size 11 foot inside her body. Her body belonged to Queen Lashawndra. She was nothing more than a custom-sized warm hole for Queen Lashawndra’s foot, to rest.

Sweat poured from Melody’s face as Queen Lashawndra moved the foot back and forth and back and forth. Melody mumbled again. “You’re so good to me, you’re so good to me” staring up at her Queen. Queen Lashawndra snickered. She had so much power over this woman now, so much.

Queen Lashawndra removed her foot from inside Melody as she commanded her to cum. On command Melody came ferociously, her pussy squirting lube and juice onto Queen Lashawndra’s foot and strong calf.

Queen Lashawndra just looked lay down at Melody and demanded. “Bitch, clean that up! Every drop!” Melody used great effort to lean forward into a crawling position, and began licking the tarp. Queen Lashawndra barked: “My foot!” Melody lapped at the sole of Queen Lashawndra’s wet foot, working her way around the sides fascinated by the change in pigment from bottom to top, complimenting it, sucking the heel, and the toes clean. She then kissed up the calf. Melody kept repeating: “ I love you, you’re so good to me” Queen Lashawndra snidely replied: “You just got off on my fuckin’ FOOT.”

Queen Lashawndra allowed Melody to lick the foot a few minutes before pushing her foot into Melody’s chest pushing her away. “Lay down” she commanded, pointing to the towel on the floor. Melody complied, and knelt with her hands clasped behind her. Queen Lashawndra sprawled on the bed, Leaning up against the headboard. She then gave a grocery list of commands as she reclined while Melody knelt at the foot of what once had been her bed.

“Ima get you a collar, showing you be owned, and I want some kinda tramp stamp saying you my slave, in big gothic type letters. That would be hot. Just gonna use a sharpie and a stencil, some baby power and hair spray. When one tat fades I’ll do a new one, changing that shit up, if I get bored. Ima draw it and you gonna do a slick design. Since it’s going onto your lower back.” Queen Lashawndra said.

THE NEXT THREE WEEKS-MAKING THE FOOTREST SOFTER: SPECIAL SHAKES

Lashawndra took her friend’s suggestions to heart and immediately got Melody on a series of shakes to pack on some weight and softness, FAST.

Diet: Melody was to consume extra almost 8900+ calories per day for the next four weeks. She made the special shakes 6x a day. Breakfast, Lunch, Afternoon snack, Dinner, Post Dinner snack, Pre bedtime snack.

The blender or Ninja Bullet were no longer to be used for healthy shakes:

WEIGHT GAIN SHAKES

One ½ Pint of Ben and Jerry’s double chocolate ice cream, (270 calories) Fontana Bittersweet chocolate sauce (6 pumps-420 calories) to cover the ice cream. 2 containers of Boost chocolate drink(360 calories each) poured in, and 6 heaping tablespoons of lard (900 calories) all scooped in . Blend and drink.

The regimen was intended to pack 15-20lbs on Melody’s tiny frame in an insanely short time, finally giving her some breasts for the first time. Melody would go from 15.5 BMI to 25.5.

Melody was also given 2 sets of hormone-laden birth control pills, and was taking one pill of each, double the normal dose. This also accelerated her weight gain, breast size and sensitivity and minimized her menstrual cycle, effectively eliminating them.

Icing on the cake was a medium dose prescription of Zyprexa that Queen Lashawndra had ‘acquired’. It was also given to Melody to take during the same time period, and would probably be tapered off at the end of the ‘experiment’.

The Zyprexa side effects that Melody experienced during that short time included: rapid weight gain, 4.5 lbs per week (accelerating reaching the target Queen Lashawndra had set for her) ‘abnormal manner of walking’ (Melody shuffled her feet and kept her legs stiff and robot like). It increased appetite for sweets and salty carbs, and gave her uncontrollable tongue movement and rolling, with a small level of zombification. (zombie like persona and behaviour)

FURTHER MODIFICATIONS TO MELODY’S LIFE-MELODY LEARNS NAILS

Studying online and practicing on her Queen. Melody had quickly learned to style ghetto toes just like their fingers, taking a 5 day course online, as well as one on massage. Melody also discovered online, when the second toe was longer than the big toe, it’s a sign of leadership and royalty.

Queen Lashawndra had a longer big toe and the rest of the toes tapered down from longest to shortest. The most functional of all the foot structures, they were beautiful, Melody thought, never having appreciated women’s feet before. Queen Lashawndra might really be descended from royalty, Melody felt her wetness increase, she really had fallen in love with these feet, just as Queen Lashawndra told her back on day one. Melody was the foot slave to a Queen.

Melody still knelt beside Lashawndra while she ate, massaging her strong calves, then sitting the same way Antebellum did when she begged. Sometimes Queen Lashawndra offered Melody a taste. She gave Melody her scraps, holding them over her head as she opened her mouth, then dropped them in. Melody excelled at styling Lashawndra’s toenails in record speed.

Lashawndra demanded to always feel like she was in a spa, getting pampered. Now that Melody could do massage, the yoga room had a massage table added and Melody had one client to pamper whenever Lashawndra felt like it.

As the hypnosis sessions were lengthened and continued. Lashawndra ordered Melody grab her digital camera and photograph Lashawndra as she made commanding dominant poses. Lashawndra stated flatly: ‘I can command you to do anything, no matter how humiliating, no matter how depraved.’

Melody knew serving and obeying her was her purpose and her pleasure. Daily Melody lay prostrate on her stomach and to lick the tops of the tall young woman’s feet, licking between her toes, in pure devotion. Reciting: “You own me, you control me. Do whatever you want Queen Lashawndra. I am yours to command.” said Melody.

Lashawndra had Melody buy a large feather fan, so Melody could fan off Queen Lashawndra while Lashawndra reclined on the balcony, drinking the cocktails Melody prepared for her. Melody hung sheer fabric so she could hold the fan while nude. After Melody massaged Lashawndra’s ebony body with a mix of almond oil, and virgin coconut oil, and heavy palm oil. Lashawndra simply lounged in the sun, soaking her feet in the mixed oils.

Lashawndra used Melody like she was indeed Cleopatra, while she played with the ipad or iphone, as Melody obediently fanned her, fed her grapes, blew her nail polish dry, showered her with compliments, and then sucked the oil from her Queen feet.

THE YOUNG QUEEN GIVES ‘HER HOUSE’ SOME STYLE

During those first 4 weeks, Queen Lashawndra ordered Melody to sell her Thomas Kincaid, and Peter Max Paintings, and her boring Crate and Barrel decor and redecorate with less expensive, but more urban style.

Just one of Melody’s Peter Max paintings brought in over 15k and of course Lashawndra pocketed all the cash from the sales. Lashawndra got zebra striped slipcovers and rugs, African artwork and graffiti on canvas paintings to make it quite clear that this place and everything in it belonged to Queen Lashawndra.

Melody’s photos of Queen Lashawndra were blown up and framed, and placed all over the house. Lashawndra’s feet, showing off different styles of pedicures were a whole series gracing the ‘spa area.’ Large size photos of Melody adoring Lashawndra’s oiled feet, and posed under them, adorned the former meditation room. They also functioned as Melody’s screen saver on her computer. Gone from the home was anything Melody had picked, any Zen sayings, positive fridge magnets, etc. The fridge now glorified submission and obedience to Lashawndra, and was stocked with the Queen’s favorites.

Melody never left the house, so neighbors only saw Queen Lashawndra, the young owner of the house with the great view: going to the mailbox, waving ‘Hello’ greetings to the mailman, etc. Nobody ever met Melody. Nobody knew she was there.

Lashawndra had Melody buy her a second set of gladiator sandals; a cheap pair of payless ballerina flats, a pair of Teva flip-flops, and chacas. Melody absolutely loved keeping them all looking new for her, kneeling and licking them clean while Lashawndra frequently used Melody as a human ottoman and watched TV.

Lashawndra purposely picked Teva’s and chacas because they would get funky quickly, Melody was so well trained already that she didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it.

Lashawndra also enjoyed that any time could use a yoga pose as a way of reinforcing Melody’s submission it amused her. She had turned the beloved yoga into a weapon.

As often happens gaining control increases the desire for more control, Lashawndra added additional training in Melody’s regimen of commands.

MAKING MELODY MORE APPEALING-LASHAWNDRA STYLE

The results were phenomenal after the weeks of weight gain shakes. What was expected to take over 8 weeks was radically increased, thanks to the combo of meds, and no more morning yoga, stretching or long walks. Excluding the obedience reps, Melody’s new sedentary lifestyle, with most time spent pampering Lashawndra’s feet as her only exercise, created stunning results. The shakes and meds really did their work.

Basically ‘little licking girl’ was considerably softer and plumper, and gained almost 16 pounds. None of it was muscle. Melody was growing nice little breasts for Queen Lashawndra to rest her feet on. The pale white skin now looked soft and inviting, no muscle whatsoever. Soft arms, soft, thicker looking legs, and a tiny potbelly was forming. Gone were the striated muscles, and washboard abs. Lashawndra thought she was coming along nicely.

The side effect of uncontrollable tongue movement was taken advantage of, first on Lashawndra’s pussy, but most often on her ass. For the first few hours after a dose of zyprexa, the zombification was most noticeable. While still obedient to her Queen, Melody was noticeably listless and ‘robot-like’ in her responses to commands, and how she walked. This appealed to the web audience with a robot fetish. Queen Lashawndra got a bit turned on by it too, it reinforced her feeling of total control. Shortly after zyprexa, Melody was like a soft pale licking robot for a couple hours. The ass worship videos got lots of hits.

Whenever on the computer Melody was to study the speech patterns and mannerisms of Amber Rose. How she walked and danced, etc.

FURNITURE UPGRADE II

Tonight the pie was sweetened when plump little Melody was permitted to tap into her smarts just enough to research items on Craig’s list, where found a 6 person pedicure station with vibrating chairs and foot baths, and a semi circle couch capable of seating 10.

The once $25,000 foot spa and vibrating chair was set in brand new condition with massage seating and jetted tubs with built in faucets, reduced to $4000.00 or trade. It was the same length as the now fairly sunk in and completely beat up sofa Queen Lashawndra’s visitors had worn out quickly in their numerous visits. Now Queen Lashawndra and her friends could really have a spa experience at ‘home’.

Melody never used her car anymore, and ‘Lashawndra’s ipad (stolen) was a little older than the one Melody ‘gave’ her, so trades might be an option.

Queen Lashawndra was pleased at the find, and mid description of the item to her Queen by Melody: Lashawndra dialed a 4-note music tone, using Melody’s ipad. Hearing the tone, Melody became silent mid sentence, her expression became robotic, and like a pale automaton, she rose to attention.

She then slowly, methodically walked over to where Queen Lashawndra sat bare assed, spread legged on Melody’s red leather chair. Melody silently knelt, and reached her pale soft arms out in front of her, as if bowing to a goddess. Melody then leaned forward as Queen Lashawndra gripped her short hair and pulled Melody’s face into her wet, waiting crotch, and Melody diligently orally worshipped her Queen, her mantras looping in her mind.

The only one with an expression of ecstasy was Queen Lashawndra, as she bucked her strong hips and her large strong legs quivered, her large calves and feet wrapping around Melody and enveloping her. The added softness was comfortable for Queen Lashawndra’s legs.

This went on night after night, for a couple weeks and Queen Lashawndra was pleased with her progress. Before too long, Melody’s now beat up couch was replaced with the pro spa setup. This allowed Queen Lashawndra to enjoy and share with her friends: vibrating chair massages, and full scale pedicures, while in total control of the ‘salon’ and their very own attendant Melody, who was now adroit with elaborate nail designs, expert filing, and massage with full release. Queen Lashawndra was making good money on the deal as her clientele grew..

WEBCAM INCOME & MORE ENHANCEMENTS

Queen Lashawndra began making a nice income immediately with web cam footage entitled ‘In her right place.’ It was a video series highlighting a Nude Melody performing foot, pussy and ass worship, spit swallowing and various acts of humiliating degradation under the full command of her Queen and several of the Queen’s stripper friends. Melody wore a blonde bob wig and a small mask covering only her eyes.

Queen Lashawndra even took viewer requests, and had Melody participate as a human urinal, sometimes with multiple domineering friends of Queen Lashawndra. Not only did Melody eagerly comply with the show, but also she personally edited the footage and used it for self-gratification.

Quickly earning several thousand followers and earning a little more income than Melody earned working as a systems analyst was coming in. Melody did her web cam show when she wasn’t performing pamper pedicures, basically doubling what she earned for her Queen.

MELODY WAS TO REPORT ONLINE TO HER NEW TECH JOB

Melody reported online to her new job, but it was merely to resign. She said she had ‘artistic ambitions’ and was going to follow them. Any 401k and retirement were to go into a new account (which Queen Lashawndra could access online or with an ATM card).

As soon as Melody was free to simply do her Queen’s bidding, Lashawndra gave Melody a nice buzz cut and bleached her hair bright platinum.

Queen Lashawndra ordered an easy to read ‘slave’ black nameplate collar, w/slave imprinted on a silver nameplate, and an attachment for a leash to be used in the Queen’s house. A slightly subtler, thin-chained Four-petal flower and turquoise enamel pendant that announced: Female submissive/slave, was to be worn in the future. Only BDSM adherents would know it’s meaning, when worn in public.

Lashawndra used an industrial rubbing alcohol to dry the areas on Melody to be sharpie tattooed, as she saw fit.

Using stencils, then red, black and green colored sharpies, Queen Lashawndra commanded Melody design a winged tramp stamp “Owned by Queen Lashawndra’ for Melody’s lower back. Sharpies typically fade in 3 days of regular showers. To last longer, Lashawndra did the sharpie tat, coated it with baby powder, then sprayed the area with Aveda control force firm, extra strong hair spray.

Just to be safe Lashawndra added layers of clear nail polish on the text only. Queen Lashawndra penned the phrase ‘Foot Frantic’ just above Melody’s pussy on her pelvis as a nod to Amber Rose’s “frantic” in the same spot, just slightly larger and darker. With other smaller designs, done by Queen Lashawndra’s friends on Melody’s arms, legs, or upper back, shoulders or neck, clear nail polish was applied as well, so each tat lasted weeks, not days. Melody was commanded to write on the underside of her forearm, two small sharpie tats herself. She could read and retouch easily: ‘obey and submit: do this with joy’ Hebrews. 13:17 ‘Be submissive, be obedient, be ready’ Titus 3:1. Melody would see and read these any time she saw them on her arm. Queen Lashawndra made Melody print and paraphrase Isaiah 51:23 onto the door of the fridge. “Fall prostrate that we may walk on you.’ And you made your back like the ground, like a street to be walked on by your betters.”

Melody now looked like a soft, cheap, pale stripper: the look Queen Lashawndra created for her.

Melody’s eye’s were outlined with dark eyeliner in Egyptian style. Queen Lashawndra decided to mold Melody to be a cross between Courtney Stoddard and Amber Rose, mostly Amber Rose. Queen Lashawndra enjoyed customizing her accessories, as most people customize a cell phone. Since Melody ‘was merely an accessory that came with the house’ Lashawndra customized her look.

Melody was given permission to take a cold shower once a week, but expected to use baby wipes for a ‘whore’s bath’ of crotch, ass and armpits, so Melody’s own scent would not offend Queen Lashawndra’s sensibilities. Queen Lashawndra continually rubbed her perspired feet on Melody’s body, and Melody applied her Queen’s underarm perspiration as well. She loved the scent of her owner, and was marked so frequently with her owner’s scent, she finally forgot how her own scent smelled.

That was fine, as Queen Lashawndra smelled so exciting and delightful to her.

Melody was to brush her teeth and gargle often, and every 4 days use lemon and baking soda for a bright smile. Melody daily used all-natural toothpaste made of coconut oil, stevia, peppermint and myrrh extract. It kept her breath fresh, and the peppermint felt cool on the soles of Queen Lashawndra’s feet when Melody lapped at them.

Melody had progressed from merely resigning her self to satisfying every one of Queen whims, to fully embracing her place as ‘little licking girl’ due to the continued indoctrination, the complete, utter dulling of her will.

THE BIG HYPNO SESSION

Before Melody met Lashawndra she had an impressive IQ of 129, which is above average. She was more than capable of gathering and inferring her own information, having earned a Master’s degree, was an accomplished computer systems analyst and designed the remodel of the house herself. It was paid in full, and her savings and divorce settlement were in an account that kept the taxes paid for the foreseeable future, at least the next 20 years. Lashawndra made use of Melody’s smarts when she needed research done that benefited her, (like how to dose and hypnotize Melody to increase her control over her) but now that Lashawndra had the house as her address, and her name on the deed, and was about to legally change her last name and ‘marry’ Melody, she didn’t want the worry that Melody might ‘snap out of it’ if she met someone she knew in her former life, or if someone of authority tried to undo the hypnosis.

Lashawndra had been advised by an older friend, that to prevent the sweet situation from going sour, she should be on the deed, and be either married (which you can do cheaply in Nevada $35 bucks) and or be the Guardian of an elder, sibling or spouse, if they were ‘incompetent.’ Lashawndra wanted to be the one taken care of, not the other way around. So before the next big show off of Melody to her friend s from the old neighborhood, Lashawndra was going to set things in stone so to speak..

Lashawndra put Melody into a deep hypnotic trance. She went instantly. She’d been hypnotized multiple times daily since May.

MELODY’S VIEWPOINT DURING THE BIG HYPNOSIS

Melody was drifting in the blackness of space, as the sound of a clock ticked and she saw Queen Lashawndra holding a pendant in front of her. Beautiful young Queen Lashawndra, she so idolized the young woman. Lashawndra’s voice echoed inside Melody’s head:

“You will now go deeper, deeper than I have ever taken you before, you are mine now, now and forever the obedient servant slave of your ebony mistress, your Queen. YOU have decided it is time break completely, and permanently from anything in the past.

Being my obedient servant will be all you can remember want to or are capable of remembering. Your memory only goes as far back as the very first exciting time you removed my sandals, and fell deeply in love with my feet, and learned your purpose. You want to remain the eager slave to every ebony Queen…a foot freak like no other. Melody could see Lashawndra standing on the Earth in space, as a giant, commanding her.

You can see huge wall of every pair of ebony feet you have ever serviced and pampered. You feel yourself falling toward them and shrinking, rolling naked across them, in more turned on than ever desperately licking and groping and sucking them all, your tongue probes between their toes. You remember every flavor, every scent, every texture while at the same time an imax sized video of every training session and hypnosis seem to be an endless loop, playing for the entire world to see that you are truly my foot slave, and a slave to all ebony female feet.

Any and every memory from before removing my sandals is now a blurry image inside of a foggy bubble drifting out of view and bursting, never to return.

Do you understand?’

Melody answered: ‘Yes my Queen.’

Lashawndra continued reading her script. (Lashawndra legally changed her last name and Melody’s legal last name, for property and ‘marriage’ purposes, and her first own first name to Queen. Melody’s name had also been legally changed to Jasmine ‘Danger DeFelice’ Hampton with the ruse it was to elude being stalked by her ex. Hampton was just a name Lashawndra picked because it sounded classy.)

‘Now a giant white board is floating in front of you. The name ‘Jasmyne Danger DeFelice Hampton’Is written on it. That is your official married name now to your ‘wife’, but only you know you’re really my foot slave and nothing more. That is and has always been your full name, but you like it best when I call you little licking girl.’

“Do you understand’

Melody answered, ‘yes my Queen’. Now for the deeper bimboization. Lashawndra continued.

“Read that and tell your Queen you understand it, and you will follow it even if you can’t handle such big words soon” Said Lashawndra, excited to see the result.

Melody read the phrase. She understood what was expected of her.

“I understand my Queen.’ Said Melody.

Lashawndra was so ready, it had been so much work for her over these months.

Melody complied. Her memory would only go back as far as learning the skills and things young Lashawndra had taught her.. Melody would fit into society a little differently now, as her teacher was a narcissistic high school drop out.

Melody had turned over control of the house and the money, to Lashawndra, and wouldn’t know the first thing about regaining it now. Even if she did want to, Lashawndra could just remove a shoe and show her a bare foot, and with most of her impulse control gone, Melody wouldn’t remember what she was upset about start begging to worship them.

Lashawndra’s hands were sweating. She was ready.

“That very good my, little licking girl” on the count of three wake up. 1,2,3. And Awake’ said Lashawndra.

Melody blinked, she awoke, and just stood there. The first thing she saw was Lashawndra sitting on the red leather chair, her feet up, wearing her old black ballet flats.

Lashawndra gave the ‘down’ signal with her free hand, the other was filming with the phone. Melody went to down. Lashawndra followed with the ‘walk’ signal, and Melody crawled toward her.

Melody crawled right over to her end of the chair.

Lashawndra gave the kneel signal, Melody went to her ‘go to’ pose instantly.

It was time to get the sharpie tats done by a professional artist.

Lashawndra drove Melody, who answered to ‘little licking girl’ at home, and would be expected to answer to Danger D. or Jasmyne in public, obviously Lashawndra didn’t want Melody driving now.

As soon as he new state ID with new name arrived.

THE TATTOO PARLOR

Lashawndra looked amazing, strolling into the tattoo parlor with Melody in tow.

Pale, buzz cut and plump, you really didn’t see the age difference between the two.

Lashawndra approached the artist, the same person who has done her minimal tats, her ankle and arm tats that identified her as a queen in Sanskrit.

“I need you to do these designs on my girl, she’s ready for them for real now.”

The artist looked at Melody, whose expression revealed zero intelligent spark.

The Artist asked. “Is she ok? She’s not drunk is she?” Lashawndra replied, “nope, she don’t drink, she’s just a ‘little slow’ but she’s all mine.’

Lashawndra explained she was Danger D. Felices’s or Jasmyne’s guardian, it was a full time gig. She said Jasmyne picked out all the tats,

then showed their ID’s, they were married, see? The artist was shocked, thinking Jasmyne was in her early 20’s, surprised the ID read 26 (which was forged anyway).

It was against the artist’s better judgment but he was induced (paid off) to do all the tats in a marathon session. Lashawndra explained Jasmyne, among other things

Had a disorder that made tatts not hurt at all. (Lashawndra had pre hypnotized her, so she was fine with the tatt marathon)

THE SECOND DEMO SHOWING OFF MELODY-MID JUNE—MERELY EIGHT WEEKS IN

Some of the four friends brought a couple friends, totaling 10 women waiting to have their feet pampered. Where the old sofa used to be a larger semi round sofa that could accommodate all 10 sat.. The ladies enjoyed pungent cheese flavored snacks before Melody was reintroduced.

Lashawndra clapped twice and then the former yoga room door opened, Melody slowly walked in mimicing the style of Rose, taking deliberate steps, but her face was expressionless. She was easily 16lbs heaver, making her pale body lookmuch softer, and finally giving her some nice breasts. The 36yr old woman now sported a platinum buzz cut and wore Egyptian style eyeliner. Melody’s bright sharpie tats mimicked Amber Rose, but all were a tribute to Queen Lashawndra.

Melody now had almost 16 sharpie tattoos, as she walked slowly in front of her Queen, Lashawndra signaled her to slowly rotate, and show the tats.

1. heart, and ‘Queen Lashawndra’ on her finger
2. shamrock on her shoulder, with “danger De Felice’ written inside.
3. ‘lie prostrate as a rug to walk upon’ on one forearm
4. rose on her upper arm
5. writing on each wrist—‘personal servant & foot slave’
6. 5/2, swirl on her wrist-the date Queen Lashawndra moved in
7. writing on her other forearm—Be submissive, be obedient, be ready’ Titus 3:1
8. portrait of Lashawndra’s face, on her upper arm
9. Lashawndra’s crossed calves and tops of feet on her shoulder, with sandal strap impressions
10. portrait on her upper arm, Lashawndra’s soles viewed from below
11. small human foot prints on her stomach
12. portrait of Lashawndra in gladiator sandals/ ghetto queen shirt & a rose on her other upper arm
13. rose, wrinkled ballet flats on her upper arm
14. flower, rose on her forearm
15. LargeTramp stamp with extra dark inking, extra lacquer-Property of Queen Lashawndra
16. Pelvic design: ‘Foot Frantic’

When satisfied, Lashawndra snapped her fingers and gave the hand signal for ‘attention.’

Melody stood at attention in front of her Queen, awaiting her instructions her eyes vacant, jaw slightly slack. When Lashawndra spoke Melody’s eyes would look at her.

One of Queen Lashawndra’s friends asked. “Hell, yeah, she look way different, so much sexier, but what was the special surprise?”

Lashawndra gave the kneel signal and Melody knelt in front of her Queen. Lashawndra wiggled her feet, teasing Melody with her old, soft, wrinkled, ‘Claire scrunch’ vinyl ballet flats from payless, snugly adhered to her large feet. Lashawndra then moved only the right one back and forth.

Lashawndra gave another signal and Melody leaned forward and removed right ballet flat. Upon seeing Lashawndra’s moist bare foot, Melody’s nipples immediately and noticeably hardened half way, and goose bumps appeared on her areolas. Melody slowly licked her lips, moaning ‘mmmmm’ as she shamelessly sniffed the inside of the ballet flat hard, her eyes rolling upward.

“Leave it.” Uttered Lashawndra. Melody immediately & obediently put the slipper lay down, returned to her go to pose, staring at Lashawndra’s sole now, her nostrils flaring in anticipation. Melody’s gaze was locked on those beautiful size elevens as they glistened before her.

“Now” said Lashawndra. Melody wrapped both her hands around Lashawndra’s right ankle, then pressed her eager face all over Lashawndra’s right sole, moaning, mouthing, kissing it, rubbing the foot all over her face and her head, her neck. The moment Lashawndra’s foot touched Melody’s breasts the nipples extended fully, they even lactated slightly, Melody was so aroused by Lashawndra’s feet now. Then Melody pushed her little nose between each of the toe on the foot.

“Show stopper,” blurted Lashawndra. Melody froze for a moment, then she smiled wickedly, and pulled her head back, releasing Lashawndra’s foot from her face, and leaned backward, spreading her legs wide as she lay on her back.

Queen Lashawndra stood up from the chair, then put her right foot back into its ballet flat roughly, then put her arms on her hips dominantly.

“I could step right on you bitch, you’re so low you’re like a floor mat to me and you know it. Speak”

“Step on me my Queen, please, my Ebony Queen” begged Melody in a sultry voice.

Lashawndra smirked as she pressed her large foot: heavily onto Melody’s pelvis. Slowly grinding her foot a little, leaning into it.

Melody rolled her eyes as a 2-0z container of gun oil sex lube emerged from her pussy, dropping onto the floor in front of her. Lashawndra sat back lay down on her chair, and then snapped her fingers again, as she adjusted the chair’s foot rest. Melody leaned up to her kneeling position, and removed the ballet flat from Lashawndra left foot now; giving it a good hard sniff and then one long lick from heel to toe.

Melody popped the lube cap, and covered her hands with lube and then diligently applied it to Lashawndra’s left foot. She crawled ever closer, until she was able to bring Lashawndra’s foot to her crotch, then INTO her vagina, until she had fully inserted that foot up to the base of the ankle into her pussy. Now Melody literally had one of Lashawndra’s feet inside her as she grabbed the other ankle, pulled the ballet flat off with her teeth, and then roughly rubbed that foot all over her face yet again.

Melody was deep-throating that right foot, making porn star expressions as she filled her mouth with Lashawndra’s toes, Lashawndra suddenly commanded: ‘Freeze’.

Melody was frozen like a mannequin, a foot in her pussy and the other deep in her throat, she was breathing through her nose, motionless.

Queen Lashawndra laughed and looked toward her friends: “Every day training, every day hypnosis. She can stay like this as long as I want. I watched a whole movie like this one night cause my feet were cold.”

Lashawndra clapped her hands and blurted: “Finish and praise bitch”

Melody blinked awake, and resumed slowly humping Lashawndra’s one foot, while slowly deep throating her head on the other foot like an automaton.

On Lashawndra’s command: “Now”. Melody came hard, releasing the large foot from her mouth, as she grabbed the leg of the foot that was inside her and began leaning forward, Melody was now kissing that leg, exclaiming: “My Queen, you so good to me, you train me good, my place is as your servant, thank you, Queen Lashawndra.”

Lashawndra smiled.

“Why did you come just now white bitch?”

Melody answered as she had countless times: “ My Queen’s feet can make me cum when she commands me, only ebony feet get me off my Queen.’

“Trance, bitch” said Lashawndra and Melody was instantly in a deep hypnotic trace.

Lashawndra’s friends were amazed. The four that saw her the first time saw amazing progress, and the 6 that never met her before were stunned, shocked, and quite turned on.

Lashawndra wondered aloud: “I wonder how the 20 sexy feet of TEN fine Ebony women would warp her mind? Let’s see how much she can handle.”

She pointed at her friends, “everyone kick off your shoes and squeeze in tight on the couch, get ready to wipe your feet off on her, all over her. Make her kiss and lick your feet. Let her pamper each of you for 10 minutes, then all at once I want you to say whatever you wish you done said to some uppity bitch who disrespected you, make sure you say why you be better and she belongs lay down there.

Make her apologize to your feet, and kiss under your arms, smother her with your pussy, hell, twerk in her face. She got no hang ups now, you can’t humiliate her. She does what I say.

Lashawndra addressed Melody. “Little Licking girl, we talked about this in the last few hypno training sessions. Now, you gonna get 12 months of deep servant training with all these ebony feet at once. Each foot is gonna feel like you pampered a dozen. It’s gonna affect you that way, and you gonna say what the lesson was when it does, then Ima test you again.’

“Yes my Queen’ said Melody quietly. Melody had been given the repeated hypnotic suggestion that every ‘client was exciting and beautiful as Regina King, Cleopatra Coleman, and Kearran Giovanni. (some stars Lashandra liked.) Lashawndra then commanded Melody to crawl over.

Melody slowly crawled over to where all the women were seated and had formed an ‘arch’ all sitting across from each other: their soles touching. Melody crawled into the middle and rolled onto her back, in utter submission as they began to simultaneously rub their bare feet on Melody’s face, head and chest, and legs. They shoved them in her face, pushed toes into her mouth, as Melody desperately tried to kiss and lick each flat sole, each toe, nibbling and licking. She was so eager to please.

Melody’s soft moaning was over powered by a verbal tirade of why she belonged there, beneath their ebony feet, as they wiped their feet off on her disparagingly. They wiped them off all over her, as she diligently kissed and licked each one presented and heard every degrading comment.

The women got worked into a frenzy as they let loose, taking turns pouring crushed cheese flavored items onto her, their spittle landing on Melody as they spoke, it was so cathartic for the 10 ladies. One after another they straddled her face and spoke their piece, as Melody took it under them, showing no resistance, just pure submission and admiration. After that, one spit onto Melody, then, another until they all were doing it, as Melody offered no resistance, glistening with their saliva.

The youngest one held Melody’s mouth open and spat directly into it, 3 or 4 more followed suit, then they didn’t need to hold it open. Melody passively kept her mouth open and accepted as much as they could give her, swallowing so it wouldn’t spill, overloading her synapses.

Melody had licked their ebony feet dipped in blue cheese dip, or crushed cheese Doritos, it didn’t really matter. Melody was ravenous for all the scents and flavors presented to her by her betters. The cheese/food/foot orgy was sending her into hypnotic overdrive, giving her the experience of having done this for months. Now covered with ebony Queen’s saliva, caked with crumbs and having been used like a welcome mat by all 10 young women, Melody began to shudder, then tremble, her body almost convulsing in a monumental orgasm as her brain registered it all. Finally she stopped, catatonic.

COLD SHOWER CLEAN UP

Melody was dragged across the floor to the patio, then sprayed with hose outside, and then she awoke with a start. She was ordered into the bathroom to take a real shower. She knew where the Queen kept her towels.

This was a test to see how well trained Melody truly was. Melody disappeared into the bathroom and cleaned up.

Lashawndra was midway through the story of her 5-month odyssey when Melody stood at attention at the entrance to the room. Seing her Lashawndra gave the ‘come’ signal.

Melody walked into the room in front of Lashawndra’s chair at attention, then given the hand signal knelt in her ‘go-to’, waiting for Lashawndra to command her.

Ready to see the effects and show her off, Lashawndra said: “Tell me now bitch: what’s your name, and who you be?” waiting to see the results.

Melody replied in a more noticeable monotone: ‘I am now, and have always been… little licking girl, personal servant and foot slave to my owner Queen Lashawndra. I’m an accessory that came with this house, Queen Lashawndra’s house. I’m the obedient servant to all ebony women. I crave to serve at their feet in submission, that is my place.’

The five months of deep pheromone training, mantras and hypnosis had remolded Melody into the creation Lashawndra had dreamt about owning. Melody was the perfectly obedient foot slave, utterly under Lashawndra’s narcissistic control. Lashawndra felt herself get wet, thinking about how much power she had now, how much she had changed this bitch. She was practically a robot.

Despite her youth and lack of education in the area, Lashawndra had stumbled onto artificially mimicking Klüver—Bucy syndrome in Melody.

Which presents hyperphagia (an increased appetite for certain foods), hypersexuality—(a dysfunctional preoccupation with with the obsessive pursuit of non-intimate fetish sex (Lashawndra’s feet) hyperorality—condition characterized by insertion of inappropriate objects in the mouth (like client’s feet) and docility—the trait of being agreeably submissive and manageable.

And Lashawndra’s intense training rituals and the hypnotic suggestion to erase Melody’s Will completely caused Melody to present with subtle traits of: Akinetic mutism: describing someone tending neither to move (akinesia) nor speak (mutism) they either lack the ability to move or speak. But, their eyes may follow their observer (Lashawndra) or be diverted by sound (finger snapping and claps) They lack most motor functions when left alone, such as speech, facial expressions, and gestures, but demonstrate apparent alertness when given direct commands. They exhibit reduced activity and slowness, and can speak in whispered monotone. People with this often show visual fixation on their examiner (or Queen in this case) and move their eyes in response to an auditory stimulus, or move after commands. People with akinetic mutism are not paralyzed, but lack the will to move.

In the time Lashawndra had so intensely ‘trained’ Melody, she now only moved when given a direct order from her Queen, and when done returned to a motionless, docile state, rerunning her many mantras on serving Queen Lashawndra, a mute until ordered to speak.

Melody had become Queen Lashawndra’s custom creation, her utter thrall, in the rather short span of time.

“Before she shows off them pedicure skills I made her learn, she done also learned this: said Lashawndra proudly to her friends.

Queen Lashawndra then commanded: ‘Hit it bitch’. Melody, returned to standing at attention then walked stiffly and mechanically over to a stereo and hit a button, then a mash up of rap songs began thudding through the living room.

Melody walked over the stripper pole in the corner and launched into a memorized Amber Rose routine to the song. She gyrated shamelessly, she twerked, she humped the pole and floor, and then did some memorized pole routines.. She had mastered some advanced beginner and intermediate pole skills under her Queen’s command.

When Lashawndra hit the stop button not only did the music stop, but Melody stepped front and center and returned back to flexed attention her mind obviously blank and obedient.

Melody was then simply ordered to return to kneeling and then pamper clients, one at a time. The original 4 friends were amazed at how much more Melody had been ‘customized’ by Queen Lashawndra. Melody diligently adored and did amazing pedicures the 6 new girl’s feet in record time, as if the previous berating had never happened.

2 friends were introduced to the full release package, commenting on how Melody’s appearance and dancing turned them so much they wanted their box eaten. And now it was much more comfortable when the women rested their feet on the softer, more obedient white woman. It had been an amazing few hours for them, and Lashawndra profited at least 50 bucks per woman.

Before they left they kept congratulating Queen Lashawndra, as they really had fun, it was like a night out in the middle of the morning, and Lashawndra was happy to pocket the cash, then gave everyone a tour of ‘her’ new house.

Melody simply stood there, nude and immobile, thinking nothing but her mantras on repeat, waiting for her owner to give her the next command. Lashawndra had scheduled two more sessions of 8 that day. Melody would be well worked, adoring over 24 women’s ebony soles. Now: it was all she knew, it was all she thought about.

Lashawndra was looking forward to a great year.

147 DAYS in: Lashawndra’s Birthday Sept 26.

What an amazing 5 months it had been: From the beginning of May to the end of September, 19 year old Lashawndra went from being released for petty theft, and pawning the goods to a low rent fence, to moving into a Palos Verdes home complete with a ‘personal maid’.

Melody, the former homeowner was transformed into Lashawndra’s ultra obedient, ultra kinky foot slave, and renamed Little Licking girl. Melody had been so deeply trained, so ingrained with repetitive rituals and repeated hypnosis, she basically ran on autopilot now. Months ago her trained behaviors became her ‘new normal’; they were now deeply seated automatic reflexes. Thanks to the last big hypnosis session, she remembered nothing else. As far as she was concerned, her life began the day she met Lashawndra.

From awakening in the morning, massaging and worshiping her owners flat soled feet before selflessly going down on her Queen: then automatically making her breakfast, and continually adoring her feet and calves as her Queen ate, to doing her morning ‘in her proper place’ web casts, and then she obsequiously performing as many foot worshiping/ pampering/pedicure sessions as Lashawndra could schedule in for her.

Little licking girl had become Lashawndra’s kinky cash cow, bringing in over $900 a day in footwork, and another few grand in web casts and showed no signs of slowing down now. This was formerly Melody’s life now, when she wasn’t thinking about Ebony feet, she was face deep in them.

The seemingly endless parade of fallen arches, rough spots and any other maladies common in her Ebony betters were now treated with such deep adoration, dedicated massage therapy, and expert fancy pedicures in record time, all while complimented and worshipped earnestly.

Lashawndra had sold Melody’s tiny Lexus Hybrid car and upgraded to an Escalade a couple months ago, and Antebellum was rehomed to a repairman who had recently lost his boxer, when he repaired the massage chairs. Little Licking Girl didn’t even notice, she was 100% focused on ebony feet.

Melody now serviced up to 144 clients a week, or 576 a month. Just since the 2nd time Melody was shown off, she’d pampered close to 1800 clients in a mere 3 months. That’s a whole lot of Ebony feet getting kissed and licked, worshipped and adored. In 5 months she could service almost 3000 clients, in a year twice that.

During the short spans of time in-between client sessions, and Lashawndra’s commands Melody returned to a semi catatonic state, motionless, complete with waxy flexibility, continually looping the mantras Lashawndra gave her in her mind, silently waiting for her Queen, her owner, to give a command. Sometimes Lashawndra would have her do stretches, since Little licking girl sat and pampered feet most of the day. This allowed Queen Lashawndra to chat with her clients or talk on the phone or just watch a movie or play a video game.

Melody would stay in mantra looping state tonight, the entire night, as Lashawndra went out to celebrate her 20th birthday with some Lady friends.

Lashawndra commanded little licking girl before she left, while Melody knelt and oiled her Queens calves and adjusted the straps on her gladiator sandals. “Bitch, run your mantras and remember everything from the day you met me til today, then start again til I get back from partying. “Ima be tired and gonna need some real gratitude and pampering when I get home. I put some dental dams near my bed. Now kneel.”

The petite, 36.5 year old alabaster woman covered in tats dedicated to her Queen, knelt by the door and looped and re-looped the exciting experience of removing young Queen Lashawndra’s sandals the first time, worshipping her large beautiful ebony feet. She replayed her mantra training, repeated her hypnosis commands and the experiences as her Queen’s personal servant and foot slave. She looped and repeated remebering worshipping the feet of every ebony woman she had serviced. Her nipples were lactating a little, as she knelt in the dark in her go to pose, waiting for the 20 year old to return and command her, so she could eagerly please her.

She thought of nothing else.