As the pale light of a cold autumn midday filtered through the trees, I wondered how the hell it had come to this.

I loved Brian, and he loved me. This was no passing infatuation: I’m talking about four, long happy years of smooth sailing together. How could they come under threat so suddenly?

And as for Maddie, well, she was my… friend. Yes, my friend still. No matter what happened, how far we had drifted apart over the years, or that she’d broken my trust like this, we could still fix things. No-one was irredeemable.

So I waited here, among the trees, in what had always been our spot – mine and Maddie’s, as girl friends who held no secrets for each other, and mine and Brian’s, as eager lovers looking for a quiet place away from prying eyes. As I waited for Maddie to arrive, the images flashed before me, unbidden. Did they do it here? Would I ever be able to look at this place again without the blade twisting deep inside my heart? And to think I was the one who asked Maddie to meet here and talk things through.

I was trying to be an adult. It wasn’t easy, but I had to. Brian was terrible at lying, and eventually his behavior betrayed that something was wrong. He confessed to cheating on me with Maddie, of all people, and I was still reeling from shock, but I would keep it together and make it work. I would, at all costs.

It’s not so much that I was jealous. Monogamy is definitely negotiable to me, but Brian breached my trust by going behind my back. I swear if he’d at least talked about it first I would have gladly given him permission to sleep around, in exchange for returning the courtesy. And Maddie… okay, she did trigger some of my insecurities. We were of an age, but where I fell a bit on the chubby side, she was athletic and more eye-catching. She was the confident, outgoing one, I was the mousy loner. She always got better grades, to boot. And the friendship between us – once so intense – had slowly but inexorably decayed over the years. We never argued as such, but there was tension underneath, it was undeniable – she grew cold and distant and increasingly disinterested in my life, I felt crowded out and we started seeing each other less and less outside of uni. But still, Brian could do a lot worse than Maddie. She was smart, and funny. Besides, if Brian and I did go the way of an open relationship, it wouldn’t be up to me to judge his picks anyway.

It’s a pretty picture of emotional maturity and responsibility. Sadly, this isn’t what happened – Brian and Maddie went behind my back instead, my boyfriend and my former best friend. It was hard to keep the pain at bay and see straight. I told Brian we’d talk later – first I wanted to confront Maddie and fix things between us, once and for all.

I heard footsteps behind me, and turned to see Maddie approach, wearing dark jeans and a black jacket to go with her purple hair. My stomach tied up in knots at seeing her. A dark, evil part of my brain whispered that it made sense that Brian would fall for her – she looked prettier than me, stood taller, and where I had been quivering with anxiety the whole time, she strode towards me with quiet confidence, and a smirk on her face that sent daggers through my heart.

“Hey Mel,” she told me, with a look of mild arrogance I’d done nothing to deserve. “What did you want to talk about?”

“You know, Maddie,” I said, taking a deep breath to steady myself and avoid lashing out. “Look, let’s talk it over, I’m sure we can fix this. I don’t want to fight, and –“

“What do you mean, you don’t want to fight?” She placed a hand on her hip, head cocked, flashing me an arrogant grin. “I fucked your boyfriend’s brains out, and you don’t wanna fight? Gee, I know there isn’t a lot of fire in you, but I was expecting a little more spirit.”

My mouth hung agape at the words, they hit me like a ton of bricks, and instantly I felt tears welling in my eyes. I hated myself for it. “Why are you being like this? You – you’ve betrayed my trust, but we can – we can solve this! We can talk this through and still be friends!”

Maddie’s expression softened, and she gave a shrug. “Mel, look, you’re a good person, I genuinely have nothing against you, but come on. Why are you clinging to this so hard? When was the last time we even talked about anything that wasn’t the weather? And as for solving this…” the smirk returned. “I do know how we can solve it. I get to keep Brian, and you concede defeat and let us be. He clearly likes me more, anyway.” Then this person, who had called herself my friend up to that moment, winked at me.

That was it. That was the moment when my plan flew out the window, my carefully-built composure crumbled to pieces, and my insecurities got in control of my actions. “You think you’re so much better than me, but you’re just an emotional vampire,” I said, pouring as much venom into my words as I could, enjoying Maddie’s face as the grin disappeared and was replaced by shock. “You could have had my friendship and Brian’s affection if only you’d asked first. Instead you had to go out and ruin it all, because you’re a dysfunctional excuse for an adult human being.”

“Oh, I’m the emotional vampire?” She hissed, taking one step closer to me. “You always chat me up first, ask me how I’m doing even when I don’t want to talk. You’re desperate for any attention. You’re the leech here, not me!”

“Go fuck yourself, Maddie.” My hands were literally shaking with rage. “You’re so emotionally messed up you just have to ruin everything you touch. Well, you’re not touching Brian or me anymore, that’s for sure. I want you out of our lives, for good.”

Maddie drew in even closer, her flushed face now mere inches away from mine. “I’ve been trying to get you to leave me alone for so long, go ahead and make my day, walk out. But you don’t get to decide for Brian.”

“Neither do you,” I said as my eyes narrowed into two angry slits, “you manipulative whore.”

I had a split second to register the escalation in Maddie’s eyes before her slap hit me square in the face, with enough force to send me reeling. A part of me realised our confrontation was entering a new, dangerous phase whose outcome I couldn’t entirely predict or control. The rest of me didn’t care. Where her hurtful words had hurt me, her slap had sealed it – my rage coursed through me so hard it made my heart jump into my throat. She had no right to treat me like this, and certainly no right to raise a hand on me. I kept my footing from the slap, and before Maddie could react, I leaned forward, and charged.

I slammed into her with all my weight, driving the breath out of her as I tackled her to the ground. The adrenaline of the fight was driving my actions, but a small analytical voice at the back of my brain couldn’t help but assess the situation. Maddie and I were both on the ground, but critically she was still free to move. Neither of us had any fighting experience, which was good news for me: she was more athletic and stronger, but I was heavier, and I fully planned to use that to my advantage. I lunged forward, trying to pin Maddie to the ground, but her right leg kicked out before I could reach her, hitting me in the sternum. I collapsed by her side, and just like that we were both weezing in the grass, trying to catch our breath.

“Loser bitch,” said Maddie, “You’re gonna pay for this.”

I didn’t say anything – I focused on catching my breath rather than waste it mouthing off. Unfortunately for me, Maddie’s better shape gave her the advantage here. As I clambered to my hands and knees, I felt her weight land on top of me, her arms wrapping around my throat while her legs closed around my midsection.

“Shhh, quiet, bitch,” she whispered in my hear at my half-choked croaks. “I’m gonna put you in your place. You’ll thank me later.”

I knew I had only seconds to act. Once she started sapping my strength, I would be on a steep incline down towards defeat, with no way to claw her advantage back. My right arm was pinned under my own body weight, but the left one was free, so I reached upwards and grabbed a fistful of Maddie’s hair. Then, I pulled with all my might.

To her credit, Maddie acted stoic at first, squeezing harder – god, her muscles were so strong – but eventually she let out a scream and released her vice grip on me, rolling away. I unsteadily climbed to my feet, and before Maddie could react, I dropped on her like a stone. She’d seen me coming, and hardened her abs to meet the impact, but the sheer collision still affected her.

“How does it feel, bitch?”

Before she could respond, my hands flashed to her wrists, pinning them to the ground. As she wriggled and bucked desperately beneath me, this stronger but tinier girl pinned under me like a captured prey, I realised with a mixture of thrill and shame that I was enjoying this, that I was turned on. There was a fire between my legs at the thought of physically stamping my will on my former best friend, making her pay for betraying me by literally taming her. It was like cutting the Gordian Knot, dropping all the frustrations of talking and trying to square off incompatible priorities. One of us would be subjugated by the other, and the thought of solving our confrontation on such a primal, primitive level made adrenaline rush through my limbs. Unable to slap her again, I resorted to the next best thing, and I spat fully in her face, which she met with a defiant scream of anger and disgust. Now I was the one smirking at her.

“Who’s the loser now? I’m going to make you eat your words.”

Ending one: Melissa wins

I saw the fury in Maddie’s eyes, and I knew what happened next would determine the outcome of the fight. Neither of us had the stamina or the training to wrestle on and on for dominance; I knew as soon as one of us established a clear advantage, the other would be on a downward path that could not be reversed. I heard Maddie convulse beneath me, and I prepared to counter her.

Contracting her abs, Maddie lifted her legs, trying to hook them to my arms or perhaps my head. It was the only chance to push me off, but I saw it coming, and I quickly grabbed her ankles, trapping them between my armpits and leaning forward with all my weight. I smirked at Maddie as she screamed in fury – now she was truly trapped, but I still had to seal my victory.

“You stupid b-“ she roared, but before she could finish, I had let myself slide forward, sitting on her face and forcing her mouth shut. Oh god, oh god this felt so good, her face nestled in between my legs, her nose pressing against my arousal – and she was moving around too, and shouting indignant mmmpphhhs into my crotch that made it all the more arousing. This is what power must feel like. Of all the ways to shut her up, what I was doing was so sexual, masterful, and humiliating all at once that I started laughing hysterically. Maddie looked at me from between my legs with big, puzzled eyes – the only thing peeking out from underneath me – and there was a tinge of fear in them. I knew she was having trouble breathing. I was doing to her what she had wanted to do to me – restricting her airflow, sapping her strength. Taming her.

“Listen to me, loser,” I said, in a coarse seductive voice I normally reserved only for Brian. “If you ever want to breathe again, you’re going to lie here while I tell you how it’s going to be.”

To emphasise my point, I lifted myself slightly, allowing her to catch a wheezing breath – only to come back crashing down, grinding against her defeated face. Marking my territory. Smearing my scent all over her in a show of supreme triumph and contempt for her dignity.

“We are no longer equals. You thought I’d be an easy prey just because I’m a softie, but now you’re the one being made into a bitch.”

I ground into her face as I said this. I was so wet and I knew she could feel it too.

“You have a lot to make up to me. You’ll come calling whenever I tell you to. And I don’t just mean to hang out. You’ll wait on me hand and foot, literally and metaphorically. Since you can’t be trusted with your fucking, I’ll decide who you date and when. If you behave well, I might even let you close to Brian again,” I said with an evil, sadistic enjoyment at her horrified expression. Her strength was fading underneath me, her wriggling was slowing down. I leaned closer to her, my lips brushing against her ear.

“From this day onwards, you’re mine. You understand? I own you. I’m claiming you as my conquest.”

“Mmmmpphhh??!”

“Shut up. I’m about to let you catch your breath. When I do, I want you to say it. Admit it. Or I’m going to sit on your face until you do,” I said, wiggling against her face, enjoying the look of fear and anticipation in her eyes. She might not know it yet, but her training had already begun. I lifted myself off her face – just barely, enough to feel her warm and wheezing breath against my jeans.

“I’m… yours…” she said, hesitating. “You’ve b-bested me. You’re in charge because you’re better than me.”

The words flipped a switch in my head. Was she aroused too? Did she love the idea of being pinned down and…? It shouldn’t have surprised me, after all, but in that critical moment I decided I would be taking things as far as I could get away with. I wiggled again, my crotch hovering over her face.

“Kiss it,” I said. “Kiss your new ruler.”

Maddie didn’t even hesitate. She closed her eyes, leaned upwards, and placed a soft, humble kiss through my jeans which made me shiver with pure, unfettered arousal.

“Again,” I said, “with your eyes open this time. I want you to look at me as you perform the ultimate admission that I’m the better woman.”

She immediately obeyed me, placing tiny unassuming kisses all over my thighs and crotch as her big submissive eyes stared at me. I knew I had her, then and there. This girl who’d been my bane, cast me aside for more popular friends, always got better grades than I did, and fucked my boyfriend behind my back – she’d been cast low. Conquered, humiliated, reduced to kissing another girl’s pussy in an open admission that she was the lesser girl. And I’d done all of this. I felt on top of the world.

I released her wrists and legs, and stood up. Maddie groaned in pain on the ground, rolling towards her side, but I didn’t want her getting any ideas about getting up. As I towered over her, I stomped my sneakered feet into her cheek, pinning her head against the ground, like a warrior would do to a conquered enemy. That’s what she was to me at that moment. That’s all she would ever be to me.

“That’s where you belong,” I said. “Beneath the bottom of my shoe. Say it.”

Maddie wriggled unconvincingly underneath me, her eyes darting from the ground to my figure as it loomed above her.

“I’m dirt under your shoe, Mistress.”

I actually laughed out loud at that. “You really are all bark and no bite, aren’t you? Ten minutes of me kicking your ass and look at how meek and servile you’ve already become!”

To emphasise my words, I ground my shoe into her face, pressing her deeper into the soft ground. She moaned and whimpered, but took it like a bitch. Like the bitch I’d made her into. I removed my shoe from her face and placed it on the ground, before her lips.

“Kiss it.”

She rained kisses all over my sneaker as I rotated my foot to grant her access to every inch of its surface. Then, I started getting bolder with my instructions.

“Lick the bottom. There, that’s a good girl.”

“Kiss the tip, like it’s a cock.”

“Suck it.”

“Take it off. Shove my toes into your whore mouth. There, nice and deep, show me how you sucked my boyfriend.”

“If you do a good job of deepthroating on my feet, I might let you worship my pussy some day. It’s your new ruler, after all.”

By that point her eyes were watering as I was concentrated in making her take as much of my right foot down her throat as I could. It was about halfway in, my toes brushing against the entrance to her throat. This is what a man must feel like when getting a blowjob from a submissive girl, I said to myself. It’s not just the physical pleasure. It’s an act, a ritual, a homage paid from a lesser person to her superior. I was the triumphant queen, and Maddie was just my facefuck-toy. She was making delicious gagging noises that threatened to take me over the edge all by themselves. Through it all she stared up at me, never failing to meet my gaze with her watery, defeated slut eyes.

She wheezed and coughed when I removed my foot, at last. But her ordeal was just beginning.

“Let’s go home,” I told her, enjoying the shocked look on her face. “We need to introduce the new you to Brian. For starters.”

Ending two: Maddie wins

I saw the fury in Maddie’s eyes, and I knew what happened next would determine the outcome of the fight. Neither of us had the stamina or the training to wrestle on and on for dominance; I knew as soon as one of us established a clear advantage, the other would be on a downward path that could not be reversed. I heard Maddie convulse beneath me, and I prepared to counter her.

Contracting her abs, Maddie lifted her legs, trying to hook them to my arms. It was the only chance to push me off, and I tried to counter it by grabbing her ankles – but in my eagerness to play this cleverly, I lost my balance. I was already tipping backwards when Maddie’s boots connected with my arms, so I had no chance to stay upright. I landed ruinously on the ground, and the impact left me wheezing and coughing.

I half-expected her to rise and throw herself at me, but again Maddie defied my expectations. She rolled away from me, and then I saw her legs flash in my direction – I braced myself, expecting a kick, but her legs wrapped around my neck instead, and soon my cheeks were being crushed in the grip of her muscular thighs.

I didn’t have much time. I needed to do something. I clawed at the ground, slapped her knees, wriggled my own legs ineffectually, but she didn’t budge. I could only stare at her, resting luxuriously on her side like a princess, while her thighs clenched harder and harder around my face. She gripped the back of my head with her hands, her fingers clutching at my hair. There was so much threat and promise in that gesture: her hands could guide me softly, or they could crush me. Either way, they rested luxuriously atop my head, a clear sign of ownership, while I writhed and struggled ineffectually against the iron grip of her thighs.

Maddie was taming me, and I had no countermove to offer. Her radiant smirk told me she knew that as well as I did, and what happened next sealed my fate for good. Maddie braced herself, her hands clawing harder against my skull, and then she drew my head deeper into her leggy grip.

“No,” I stammered, “no, pl –“ my lips and nose came up against her crotch, and she literally started rubbing it into my face: her victory, my defeat, and more literally, her pussy itself. She ran her fingers through my hair, like a domineering man would do to a submissive girl about to give him a blowjob. Except this was a girl mastering me, and not for fun and games. It was real: my former best friend, who had one-upped me at anything we’d ever tried and seduced Brian, was now riding my face just because she could. I breathed in her arousal, and I knew that the shift in our relationship was irreversible. No girl could let herself be reduced to such a pussyslave and return to a normal life.

Her muscles stayed firm and strong as my thrashing grew weaker, and that filled me with awe and fear for this girl – this girl who had been my friend and my bane, who had bested me at school, undermined my self-confidence, stole my boyfriend… and now this. A switch flipped in my brain as I realised that I would never win against her at anything. That was my true defeat, even more thorough than the physical one: the humiliation of looking up at her sadistic grin with my big, submissive eyes, and silently beg that she would have mercy on me.

I stopped struggling. To my dismay, that didn’t convince her to loosen her vice-grip on me. I was prey, and here was a predator, having her way with me. Most damningly of all, the humiliation of my defeat surged through me like an electric current. I was wet. Maddie was bullying me into utter submission, and I was wet. The glint in her eyes told me that, somehow, she knew.

“You’re a loser bitch,” she said, and her grip loosened just enough to make me cough and breathe in air. My lungs were on fire, but she was relentless. “Say it.”

“I’m…” I looked up at her in worship, and the knowledge of my own feelings quashed any possibility that I might rebel against her. “I’m a loser bitch.”

“I could just keep crushing you,” she said with a sidelong glance. “It’s in your best interest to give me a very good reason not to.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I threw myself before her, showering her strong thighs in kisses while she laid back against her elbows. “Thank you for letting me breathe,” I said breathless in-between kisses. “Thank you for teaching me my place.”

Maddie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t there something else you should be thanking me for?”

The weight of the entire world came crashing down on me at that request. If I thought that kisses and pledges of loyalty would placate Maddie, I was wrong: she wanted to crush me forever, to leave no doubt as to who was the better girl, and she was devastatingly effective at it.

I hated myself for it, but I was long past disobeying. The words were acid on my tongue, but I spit them all out all the same. “Thank you for fucking Brian…”

“That’s a good whore. I was always better than you. Now…” She stood up, removed her jacket, and used it to rudimentarily cuff my hands behind my back. The next thing to come off was her belt, and that gave me a shiver of fear – but she didn’t hit me, not yet anyway. She ran it through my mouth like a set of makeshift reins, then placed her boot against my shoulder, and pushed.

Of all the things she had done to me so far, none was as humiliating as this. I was on my knees, prostrate, with my hands tied behind my back and a belt firmly between my teeth. Maddie’s boot pushed me downward, while she simultaneously pulled the belt upward, straining my back and neck.

Once she was tired of this humiliation, she progressed to the next one: she wrapped the belt around my neck like a makeshift collar and leash. “Worship my boots while I tell you how things are going to be.”

She ground the sole of her boot into my face as she said this. I was so wet and I knew she could feel it too.

“To the victor, the spoils. You and I are no longer friends. I am reducing you to a position more in line with your skills: you will be my pet, my serving girl, my live-in maid. I’m also breaking you and Brian up. He’s no longer your boyfriend.”

I couldn’t help the sob that broke through my lips then, or the tears that ran down my face – but I never stopped licking. I had lost, and I knew my place. My tears fell on Maddie’s own boots, shimmering as my cheek rested against the leather and my tongue ran from the heel to the tip. It was beautiful, and so symbolic of her new status as my owner.

“I’m going to move in with you. You’ll sleep on the ground at the foot of the bed, for now. If you please me, you might get the sofa. If you please me, I might let you suck his cock. But know this: you’ll have to work hard to win my approval.” Chuckle. “Not that the concept is new to you.”

My life was over. This was what annihilation must feel like, a sense of utter and complete vanquishing. Maddie had wronged me, but she was right to do so, she was better than me in every way. Why else would I be on the business end of her leash like a dog, polishing her boots to a high sheen with my tongue, thanking her for every abuse she hurled at me? Thanking her for ruining my life?

Eventually she reclaimed the belt and the jacket, but my neck didn’t stay bare long. As we left the sex shop, her with a triumphant smile and me with a heavy leather collar now placed on my neck, it was clear to me that it would never be bare again.

Over the next weeks, Maddie trained me with the unflinching ruthlessness I’ve come to expect of her. What really devastated me was how quickly Brian had accepted my new status within the house. Maddie was his girlfriend, and I was their slave. Blessedly, they left me time enough to look after my studies, but no other aspect of my life was left untouched. I slept on the sofa, wore a maid uniform indoors, cooked and cleaned and sucked cock or feet on command. Maddie was kind enough to allow me to go out with her and her cohort of popular friends… as the group’s serving girl. Things progressed fast, and soon her whole company was using me as a footstool and foot massager, eventually asking Maddie to schedule lengthy foot worship sessions with me. Maddie always said yes. I spent more and more time at girls’ feet, not just Maddie’s, and this slowly conditioned me to associate a state of arousal with being at a girl’s feet. It also reinforced the idea that I was inferior to all girls, the lesser in my own gender, barely a member of womankind at all, something closer to a pet than to a person.

I wondered how long it would take for them to start demanding sexual pleasure out of me. Maddie had made it clear that she now owned my consent, and I knew she would never refuse her friends. Not for a loser bitch like me, a maggot girl, a beta female fit only to serve her betters.

It wouldn’t hurt so much if Maddie and Brian weren’t such a perfect couple together. She deserves him more than I do, and he deserves a girl better than me. Perhaps more importantly, they both deserve having me slaving away all day for them.

One evening, Maddie said she had some news for me. I perked up with interest as her words reached me: I was kneeling under the table, submissively sucking on Brian’s cock, licking it clean of Maddie’s own juices. Maddie’s booted foot was planted against my neck, regulating my pace.

“Brian and I are getting married,” she said in a flat tone, like it was the most nonchalant thing in the world. “We have big plans for the future, too. A honeymoon, a new home… starting a family…”

“Mmmpphh?!”

“Quiet,” Maddie said, and I went back to demurely sucking on her boyfriend’s cock. “You might be wondering how you feature into this plan. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to go without my foot slave any longer than I have to. You’re coming with us on our honeymoon, and once we do start a family, we’re going to need a maid more than ever. And we both know you’re perfect for the job.”

Her boot pressed harder against my neck as her speech trailed off. My eyes welled up with tears, and not just from the deepthroating. With all my pride and independence stripped away, I felt an intoxicating mixture of excruciating loss, and pathetic gratitude that they were going to keep me.

I was grateful to my conquerors. As I steeled myself and plunged deeper on Brian’s cock, I told myself that I would repay their generosity.

I would be the best slave Maddie could ever wish for.

Bonus Chapter: What’s Best In Life (Follows On From ‘Maddie Wins’)

Maddie

“That bitch,” I muttered under my breath.

“Mmmpphh?” Came the mumbled question below me.

“Quiet,” I said, stomping down with my boot without even looking up from my phone. Mel squirmed and quietened beneath me, as the sole of my boot adhered to her throat. Years after her enslavement, she knew better than to defy me.

I didn’t want my attention on my pet, not right now. I was too busy being angry at the phone screen… or rather, at what it displayed.

Allison.

We worked at the same marketing office as interns, and we’d never liked one another. To be honest she was one of the slimiest persons I’d ever known. There was tension between us from the very beginning.

But now…

I stared, grinding my teeth, at her latest Linkedin post, full of the typical cringey statements about personal growth and corporate culture, and then concluding with the bold statement that she was staking her claim on a promotion.

“Wish me luck!” Concluded her post, with dozens of equally cringey reactions underneath – some from our colleagues, others just from simps who orbited her on the internet.

I gritted my teeth. There was only one promotion she could be angling for: the same one I wanted.

After six months as an intern, I knew there was an opportunity for me to climb up to junior marketer. It was a small step, but a step nonetheless, and it signified a decent increase in my paycheck.

Brian and I had designs to get married – I smiled to myself, thinking about the loser squirming beneath my boots, and how many relentless humiliations I would pile upon her on my wedding day with her ex-boyfriend.

But still, setting up a proper home required a bit more cash than we had on hand, and with the state of the economy today…

Still, I was pretty confident the position would be mine. I was by far the best of the interns, and only received glowing reviews from my superiors.

Except… Except, recently, Allison had gone on a charm offensive. Her work was no better than mine, but she was a better schmoozer. She started socialising with the office regardless of rank, hanging out with people after work for drinks…

I hated that sort of thing. I had a fulfilling life outside the office, and while back in uni I always was the queen bee of the girls, I had no time for the pretension surrounding these “team-building” moments at the office.

But I realised that could now prove to be my downfall. If the decision-makers liked Allison more, they would promote her, confidence be damned. I knew how the world worked.

I threw my phone away on the sofa in disgust, stomping a little harder on the pile of soft, feminine flesh under my boots.

Mel looked up at me. I had one boot on her throat and another on her forehead. Her wide, submissive eyes peeked from between them, framed to perfection by my crushing triumph over her.

I moved a boot from her forehead to her lips, and, obediently, she started kissing it. I shifted the other downward, towards her boobs. I loved squishing them, like they were my own personal little doormat.

“That’s a good girl,” I cooed, and watched her shiver in pleasure at hearing me say it. She truly was. All it had taken was that initial, physical confrontation. She was constantly on the lookout for my approval before, so I knew she had no spine…

But once I had her head between my legs, and made her thank me for fucking her boyfriend, I knew she was utterly broken. And it had been so easy, too!

Ever since then, Mel had been steadfastly loyal in her service to me. She had quickly given up her old rights, and taken well to her new position as a slave to Brian and I. A much better couple than when she was with him, and the bitch knew it.

Power was such an aphrodisiac. I never got tired of my mastery over her. If only I could feel like this all the time…

Seeking to chase the anger and insecurity triggered by Allison, I shifted my other boot away from her boobs, and downwards, towards her legs.

I wormed my way between her thighs, pressing the flat heel against the crotch of her jeans. Her hips began to buck to meet me. I smiled cruelly. As I boot-rubbed her towards yet another humiliating orgasm, I shifted my other boot so that the heel was pressed against her cheek.

Then, I pushed.

I loved that sight. Her face squished under me, pressed to the ground, while I was having my way with her. In a roundabout way, she was being pinned down and fucked… and all by the woman who stole her boyfriend.

The way her soft face contorted and deformed under my boot, the way she bit her lip in pleasure as she bucked, the way she closed her eyes… Pale skin under dark leather. Weakness, yielding before strength.

I’d taken everything from her. Her dignity, her future, her self-respect. I’d loaned her as a slave to most of my female friends, and some of the guys besides. Even Brian, who once professed to love her, now saw her as little more than his personal cockholster.

I loved it.

“If only all girls were so compliant as you,” I told her, longingly.

And that’s when my eyes narrowed as I froze in place.

And the seed of an idea started to take root inside my mind…

***

When I first subdued Mel with nothing but my body as a weapon, I learned something very important about physical confrontations.

No one expects that level of aggression coming out of the blue. There is a critical moment in which your adversary has to make a decision: submit, or fight.

I’d been egging on Allison for weeks, getting in her personal space, threatening her, intimidating her, bullying her at work. I wanted her to give up on the promotion, and she knew it.

She never flinched. The smoldering hostility in her eyes matched my own. She wanted to put me in my place, just as much as I wanted to show her who was boss.

So, it didn’t surprise me when she accepted to meet in the office afterhours, and “talk”.

In a critical respect, she was different from Mel. Mel had always been a bit chubbier and insecure about her appearance. I was prettier, and it ate away at her, even before her downfall.

But Allison had that classic American cheerleader look, blond and toned. She was used to people bending over backwards for her. She had no pre-existing relationship of subservience with me.

She came into this meeting matching me for beauty, intellect, and confidence… And that tickled at some culturally stimulated aspect of my subconscious. It gave me an even more primal desire to break her, to pin her between my thighs.

Before she could even say anything to me, I slapped her.

Slaps are important, pivotal.

If the victim flinches, you have asserted your right to use violence as a corrective instrument. To impose your will by force. That you get to push her around, and she has to stay there and take it.

Many emotions were playing out on Allison’s face as I smirked at her. Shock, outrage, perhaps even a degree of betrayal… but no fear. No flinching.

“You wanna go?” She hissed at me.

“Let’s go,” I said with a nod, and immediately my hand went flying through the air, blocking hers as she tried to counterslap me.

Rookie mistake. We were well past the slapping stage, as she would soon realise.

I pulled on her arm, drawing her closer to me, while simultaneously ducking lower and rushing towards her. I revelled in the impact as my shoulder hit her straight in the chest.

She let out a lovely gasp as she tried to regain her breath, the both of us careening to the ground, with me on top, my hand still firmly gripped around her wrist.

Would this really be so easy? Even Mel had put up more of a fight. If I could get her other wrist, the fight was as good as over.

That was when, finally, Allison started fighting back. As I scrambled to position myself atop her, her free hand connected with my face.

In a moment of mild humiliation, I realised her slap was much stronger than mine. I lost my grip and my balance, falling to the ground by her side.

We scratched and clawed like crazed cats, grasping at hair, clothes, each other. None of us had any formal training, and as we matched one another in strength, the fight rapidly descended in pure chaos.

Eventually, Allison lost patience, and lunged. Her hands met mine, but her wiry strength and gravity made sure that I ended up pinned underneath her. She was sitting on my chest, glowering at me.

“You’re insane,” she said, breathless. “I should have reported you to HR the moment you started bullying me.”

“But you didn’t,” I spat back, “because deep down, you want this too. To make it clear once and for all who’s better.”

She cocked her head, arching an eyebrow. “Well, look at us right now. I’d say that settles it. You should leave me alo-”

She never got to finish that sentence. Even when she had the advantage, she wasn’t ruthless enough to exploit it.

With a sudden tug, I freed one hand, and immediately punched her in the stomach. As she doubled over, I punched her again – on her cheek this time – sending her off me.

I gave a low chuckle as I rose to my feet, Allison splayed out on the ground to my left, trying to get her bearings.

“You need to learn who’s in charge here,” I said, delivering a sharp kick to her side with my boot. Strong or not, she had no defense against that, and no recourse except for screaming in pain.

I placed the boot square on her back, rubbing my sole against her precious white office blouse, leaving a nice footprint. It was an amazing pose – like a huntress with a felled beast – but I wasn’t interested in the aesthetics of it, for once.

I leaned forward, gathering her magnificent blond mane in my hand. And then, with my boot still pressing down into her back, I pulled the hair as hard as I could.

“Ow! Ow ow ow ow!” She shouted, beating her hands uselessly on the floor. “You’re crazy! Let me go!”

“Beg,” I said, with the same sultry voice I had used with Mel years ago. Oh god, this feeling. The sheer adrenaline. How could I go years without experiencing this thrill?

Yes, dominating Mel was fun, but breaking in a girl for the first time…

“You can’t do this!” She shouted, and I decided it was time to shut her up.

I got down right next to her, counting on her being way too confused to react – and I was right.

My grip still on her hair, I pulled her toward me, wrapping my thighs around her face. And then, I began to squeeze.

Allison’s eyes went through a lovely sequence. Confused, disgusted, horrified… and finally, in pain. I was squeezing with all my might. This was what had broken Mel years ago. I knew my thighs were my bitch-tamers.

“I should get used to this as a method of solving my problems,” I told her. Her eyes grew even wider as I squeezed, her cheeks reddening, tears starting to form.

She slapped and clawed futilely at my legs, and each attempt was weaker than the last.

That was when I knew I’d won.

When at last I released my vice-like grip on her head, Allison rolled onto her belly, exhausted, gulping in air like a drowning woman.

“Please, Maddie…” that was all she could get out. A pathetic, barely audible whisper of abject defeat.

“I told you you should be begging me,” I said, stepping on her once more – with both boots this time.

Then, the real onslaught began.

I kicked her buttocks with the tip of my boots. I stomped down on her lower back and on her shoulders. I dug my flat heel into the back of her neck. I stood straight against the back of her ribcage, squeezing her boobs onto the ground below, and making her breathe laboriously.

Through it all she whimpered, cried, and asked please, please… She was starting to sound like Mel.

Like a slave.

Eventually, I went in for the figurative kill, with one boot slamming and grinding against her cheek, pinning her face to the ground.

Her eye was open. She could see me, impossibly huge in her field of vision, towering above her, literally using her like a doormat at will.

I met her gaze, and I knew I saw something flicker and die in that look. Her pride, her self-confidence, it was all shattered beyond repair.

At last, I had broken her.

I kept the boot planted on her face, while stepping down with my other foot. I pressed it to her face, the tip brushing against her conquered lips.

“Please no more…” she begged.

Twisting my heel, I delivered her my non-negotiable terms.

“You will not compete with me for the promotion. Kiss my boot if you understand.”

There was a moment of hesitation. It hung in the air. Even someone untrained in the depravities by now so familiar to me, could understand that this moment carried huge implications.

When Allison brought her lips together and placed one loud, symbolic kiss on the tip of my boot, it was like the signature on a treaty. It was the acknowledgement of her downfall.

It was also just the beginning of a very interesting late afternoon.

By the time the sun had set outside, my boots had been tongue-polished to the point that I could see my own reflection in them. Allison was proving to be talented, responsive, the perfect submissive.

She was really more fit to be a slave than an office worker, as I told her repeatedly while stepping on her defeated cunt.

I wasn’t content with her just giving up on the promotion. She had dared defy me, and would have to pay the price.

As she licked and sucked at my boots and naked feet, as she kissed my crotch while I used her face as my own office chair, I instructed her in how things would be changing from now on.

In how Mel could use help keeping the house clean, and Brian could use another mouth to suck him off after a long work day.

She listened, her eyes widening in horror. But it was only when I got to the part about our future working relationship that she realised the horrible truth of the situation, the same way Mel had, all those years ago.

I never fought for the hell of it, oh no. Not me.

I played for keeps.

***

“Hey, Maddie! You settling in alright?”

I smiled up at Fergus, one of my colleagues, nursing a cup of coffee in hand. I was several promotions away from having an office, but at least now I did have my own desk and cubicble.

“Oh yes. Nothing I can’t handle, and the raise is nice. Besides…” I smiled inwardly this time. “I did work hard for it.”

“Everyone knows you did,” he said reassuringly, unaware of my internal innuendo. Then, as if a thought had just struck him, he brought a hand up.

“Huh, say, have you seen Allison around? There’s something I need to discuss with her.”

It took all my composure to stay perfectly still, and maintain a poker face. I shook my head, pretending to focus intently on the screen before me.

His eyes falling on the steaming coffee cup in my hand, Fergus nodded. “I thought I saw her bring you coffee mere minutes ago.”

“Yes, she’s a real dear of an intern like that,” I said, batting my eyelashes innocently. “But she went off after that. I think she mentioned something about undertaking a personal task for one of her superiors.”

“Ah, well,” Fergus said, conceding defeat. “If you happen to see her before I do, just tell her to come see me, ok?”

“You got it,” I said with a wink, and returned to focus on my coffee.

As soon as Fergus left, I rolled my chair back a little, and looked under the desk.

There, kneeling and quietly sobbing, was Allison. My boots, polished and well-looked after, had been removed and laid to one side – although I occasionally liked to press my foot on Allison’s head, and push her stupid face in there, just so she could smell them, and breathe herself stupid.

Right now, she was otherwise occupied, however. Her lips were wrapped around my big toe, gently fellating it.

“You’re so useless that your absence barely gets noticed,” I told her, and the hurt in her eyes sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my sex. “You’re of much better use this way. I should chain you under here.”

Allison had no reply. She simply bobbed up and down on my toe, eyes glassy with tears and dissociation from her predicament. She was well and truly broken.

I withdrew my foot, and the toe plopped out of her mouth. She blinked in confusion, staring up at me.

I flashed her the most predatory of grins.

“You’ve done such a good job today, that I think I’m going to reward you.”

She didn’t believe I meant that for real, not for one second. Not an inch of her body displayed any sign of hope or elation. She knew me too well by now. She knew everything I did had only one purpose: to ruin her.

To drive her deeper into the mud.

To bring her lower, so that by default I stood even higher.

I scooted forward with my chair again, spreading my legs, whispering so that no one but Allison could hear.

“I want you to do my pussy next.”

I knew she hated that.

That was the point.

As her face once more accepted the embrace of the thighs that had conquered her, a sudden thought popped me into my head – perhaps a rather absurd one, and yet strangely fitting.

It was a quote from Conan the Barbarian, of all things.

What is best in life? To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.

I could be proud of myself. Check on all three counts.

I leaned back in the chair, letting Allison get on with her work. Crushing my enemies and seeing them driven before me felt great, but personally? What I was looking forward to right now was the womanly lamentations.

I wrapped my thighs tighter around Allison’s face, gripped her hair with my hand, and lost myself to the pleasure of being the boss.

THE END