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Priya separated her feet by a few inches. “It’s time to see how good of a foot rug you are. Kiss the ground between my feet.”
“Yes, my Goddess.” Sharada bowed down and kissed the spot.
Priya’s feet went over her head and landed on her long, brown hair. She firmly placed herself on the slave girl’s head and felt the arches of her feet fit comfortably along the back of her head. She crushed down the girl’s head with the feet and moved them around the back of her head, wiping off her dust and scattering much of her hair all around. Sharada was forced to drool on the floor, but the harsh verdict made it all even more painful. “You’re no good!”
The slave girl felt even smaller than she already did. “My supreme Lord, please tell me what I could do to be a better foot rug for you.”
“You’re pretty hopeless. I feel like firing you right now.”
“Please, Priya. Isn’t there anything I could do? I only wish to be more useful for you.”
“Let me see…what could you possibly do?” She placed her feet on her slave’s head and moved them back and forth to wipe off the dust. “The first thing you need to work on is your head because I don’t feel good about wiping my feet on them. Your hair is just too smooth and full, I can’t have that in a foot slave.”
“I won’t use any shampoo from now on, Priya. That will make my head better for your foot wipe.” Sharada said.
“But that’s going to take ages. What could you do now to become a better foot rug?” Priya placed her chin in her hands and mused. “Come to think of it, I did have a good human foot rug once, one of my slaves. He died for me a few days back. You know what made him a really good foot rug? Guess?”
Sharada shook her head. “I can’t think of anything.”
“Well, he was bald. Completely, utterly bald.” Priya laughed as she emphasized on the word ‘bald’.
“Priya, are you suggesting that I lose my hair for you?” Sharada asked.
“That would be very nice, yes.” Priya smiled. “You wanted to be a better foot rug for me, don’t you?”
“But Priya,” Sharada cried. “I cannot shave my head. It has a bad meaning. In our culture, baldness for a woman indicates that she’s some kind of a widow, that she’s lost a husband. I’m not even married, let alone…”
“It suits you, right? You got dumped by the love of your life today.” Priya said. “Anyway, who the hell is going to see your head? You’re stuck under my feet forever. I’m never ever going to let you out.”
“Still, my Lord. Isn’t there anything else I could do? I’m willing to lick your feet clean if that’s what it takes.” Sharada hugged Priya’s feet.
”I’ll make you do that, too. But for now, I want to shave your head. Become bald for me and I might consider you a better foot rug.”
“Priya,” Sharada cried.
“You aren’t sounding like a very good slave right now. If you aren’t a good slave for me, you’ll never get to be with Rahul.” Priya said.
“Understood.” Sharada nodded. “I will give up my hair.”
Feet Worship
“That’s right.” Priya kicked her face away and got up. “To my toilet now, slave!” She walked towards her toilet and Sharada followed her on all fours. Sharada straightened up her hair as she crawled behind her mistress. “Look at that. Your long hair is getting in the way of you doing a good job for me. Such a big distraction. It’s going to be flushed down my commode now.” She opened the toilet door and let Sharada inside. “Keep your head over my toilet water,” she ordered, guiding the slave’s head over the rim of the commode.
Sharada placed her head over the commode water and saw her fearful reflection in the water. She then gathered her straight, falling hair and brought all of it over into the commode in one painful breath. Priya picked up an electric shaver from the shelf and turned it on. With ruthless inaccuracy, she pushed down the machine on her slave’s hair and moved it across the scalp. Sharada witnessed all her hair, the beautiful brown hair that she’d worked so hard to maintain her whole life dropping away strand by strand into the commode water. Within minutes, she was completely bald, she cried at her own ugly reflection in the water. Much, if not all of her beauty came from the full head of hair. All of that was now replaced with a shiny bald scalp, revealing the shape of her skull.
“Let me look at you.” Priya said. Sharada sat up and bowed down, allowing her head to be inspected by her ruthless owner. “Yeah, I think that’s a better look for you. Anyway, look at all your hair down there and say goodbye.”
Sharada watched all of her hair floating on the water surface. Priya pulled the flush and they all disappeared down the drain.
Sharada placed her bald head on the floor before Priya. “I hope I am a better foot rug for you now, my Queen.”
Priya placed her feet on the bald head and felt the rough scalp through the bottom of her feet as she moved her feet back and forth embedding her foot dust in her slave’s head. “Wow, you are definitely a better foot rug. Your head certainly feels better to wipe my feet on. What about you? Don’t you feel good about being able to serve me better?”
Sharada held back her tears as she kissed the ground. “Yes, Mistress.”
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