Saturday, July 9, 2011

HER HIGHNESS

HER HIGHNESS
By Author Unknown


She has no worries. Money is endless for her. She does no work. Her slaves attend to her. She's sixteen years old.
Her parents left her, dead now for 10 years, with too much money and too much attitude. "Why should I have to lift
a finger?" she asks. "That's what those "things" are for" she says, with a look of disgust at her slaves below her,
buffing her toenails. She plops down on an overstuffed divan with a pronounced "humph." She's so damn bored
she's ill. "Bring me a soda!" She shouts. Almost instantly, as if they knew she would order it, the slaves, obedient
slaves of all races and ages, well groomed, run toward her. One man, about 30, bringing her a Pepsi on a silver tray.
Another slave, a man, around 20, opens it for her and pours it in an Waterford crystal glass. A third, a young girl of
about 12, hands it to her. "Well, it certainly took long enough. Next time, heads will roll." Snobbery reaches a new
high with her. Her name is Julietta, she is sixteen, and could easily appear on the cover of any beauty magazine.
Her attitude is one of total superiority. The people that work for her, the dozens of them, are not people in her
eyes. They are her property. A human footstool is nothing new to her. In fact, not a day, seldom an hour passes
without someone, some poor slave of Julietta, being on all fours as she rests her slave-pedicured feet on their back,
bitching about something, usually about how "I'm hot?.fan me." Of course, the slaves do so as she relaxes in the
sun, in a bikini that costs more money than most hard working people see in a year. Money means nothing to her.
She has so much, which creates almost never-ending interest in the bank, that she can afford to burn it for fuel.
Speaking of fuel, one would think that as much as her slaves do for her, she would want to reward them by keeping
them warm and well fed. Well, think again. Wet hay. Yes, just like horses eat, her slaves eat wet hay mush. They
don't even eat everyday. They eat once every two days. Inhumane? Well, their bodies are used to it. They sleep on
the dirt floor of a shack. There is a continuously running shower drip in the corner where they all bathe. Not very
sanitary, but they have all been immunized. Are these people, these slaves, being held against their will? No, not a
single one. They are actually all very happy. They love the way they live because they are living to serve her,
Julietta. Julietta lives in a palace. Julietta is not royalty. She is not the head of a nation. She is just a totally spoiled
rich-bitch teenager. They love working day and night for her so she doesn't have to. They love the idea of it being
totally unfair?of them living in squalor and working their asses off as she relaxes in the lap of luxury. They love
getting up each day at about 4 am (unless they were on duty, which can be anything from fanning Julietta to shining
her shoes all night to massaging her feet) They love the idea of they work so she can relax. She is so spoiled, she
doesn't appreciate it. They love that too. In fact the more spoiled she is, the happier they are. "Eat my shit."
Julietta says. This is no figure of speech, it means get down and eat her shit. A ready slave assumes the position
under the marble toilet. Except the toilet is nothing but a chair with a hole in the middle where Julietta sits and shits
into the mouth of an eager slave below. After she shits in her mouth, the slave is replaced by another slave, usually
female slaves do all bathroom chores, and the second slave licks her ass clean. She gets up and looks down at them
and says "Well, I see you've found your purpose in life?here you are?eating my shit." Julietta smiles wickedly.
She rules, they drool. "You'll never be worth anything other than a slave." Julietta declares. "Ah, Excuse you,
shouldn't there be someone kissing my feet?" Immediately two slaves practically dive for Julietta's perfectly
pedicured feet. They begin to kiss her feet yet she looks bored. "It's the same old thing everyday..i'm bored. All I
do is sit around here with a bunch of worthless slaves. I need more.

Later that day as Julietta lay by the pool, her toes glistening, freshly painted, being fanned, a servant holding up a
magazine for her to read, her feet being massaged, another slave waiting with a drink, when suddenly she said "I
want another girl around here. This is boring. That maid over there is cute. What's her name?" A slave replied, "her
name is Misty, Perfect Mistress Julietta." "Ummm..she's cute. Get her over here. Now!" "Yes madam at once,
your highness!" The slave replied and quickly scurried away to fetch the maid Misty, who was busy scrubbing the
side wall of the pool, scrubbing out the jets, getting any goop out as Julietta lay there. Misty, a 17 year old
knockout, golden brown hair, blue eyes, nice firm big breasts, a nice, tight ass, a beautiful face, milky white skin,
and sensational legs, feet, and toes, quickly came over, kneeled at and kissed the feet of Julietta. "How may I
serve you my queen?" Misty meekly asked as she kissed each foot. Julietta, looking radiant in the sun, as always,
said "come and kneel beside me." Misty quickly moved over to the left side of Julietta, and, on her knees, kissed
her hand. "Look at me, Julietta said. Look into my eyes." Misty very humbly, knowing she was not as good as
Julietta, looked into her eyes. "Kiss me," Julietta said suddenly. Misty began to move for Julietta's feet, to kiss
them, as was customary. "Kiss my mouth slave girl." Julietta commanded. "Yes, Perfect Princess Julietta." A
surprised Misty replied. Hesitantly, Misty's lips drew closer to Julietta's. Misty was still on her knees straining,
whereas Julietta was still laying comfortably in the chair. Misty started to quiver somewhat, and Julietta put her
hand on Misty's soft face. The two girls,
the mistress and her slave, kissed. Their lips met and both seemed
enthralled by it. Julietta put her tongue inside Misty's mouth and Misty did likewise and the two kissed deeply for
several minutes. Julietta had never had one nice word for a slave and now she was kissing one. The other slaves
continued their usual pampering of Julietta, since no matter who she kissed they were still her property. Yet they
were confused. Julietta had never liked anyone but Julietta. The super spoiled, super rich 16 year old princess bitch
was now kissing a girl who had just yesterday licked the crack in her ass clean and served for four hours as her
footstool as Julietta lay in the sun.

Come get on top of me" Julietta said. Misty climbed aboard Julietta, straddling her in the chair, kissing her. "Touch
my breasts." Misty touched Julietta's big, firm, 16- year old breasts. Soon the girls, mistress and slave, Misty in a
maid's uniform and Julietta, her owner, in a bikini were on top of each other. "I want you. I want to have sex with
you upstairs in my room." Julietta whispered to Misty. Misty, barely able to speak due to shock, excitement, and
confusion, barely replied "yes mistress Julietta." A snap of Julietta's fingers and suddenly the girls, in the same
positions as before, were being carried in the chair across the lawn of Julietta's private estate and to the bottom of
the steps. There, a slave laid down on the right side, on the ground. Misty got off on the left side, her feet touching
the soft grass. Julietta, as was custom, got out on the right side, stepping on one of her slaves, since Julietta's feet
are too good to touch the ground. Julietta promptly sat down in a sedan chair and was carried upstairs. She is too
good to walk. Misty followed behind, in tow. Once reaching Mistresses bedroom, Julietta ordered all the slaves
except Misty away. Once alone, Julietta's voice and tone changed. "Misty," Julietta started. Misty was shocked.
"She actually knows my name", Misty thought. "Misty, I have noticed you for a long while. How long have I owned
you for?" Misty replied that it would be a year next month. "I have noticed you, especially when you are my
footstool. You were on your hands and knees yesterday under my feet for hours." Misty began to feel warm and
moist just thinking of it. This was the essence of it for her. Enduring the pain of being on all fours before someone
for hours just so the other person could rest their feet on them. Misty thought of how unfair it was, she being on her
fours as Julietta sat in the sun, resting her feet on her. And, Julietta was one year younger, which made it all the
more degrading, the more exciting and enjoyable. "Misty," Julietta continued, bringing Misty back to reality. "You
really like that don't you. You were just thinking about it now weren't you? About being my footstool." By this time
Julietta was laying on the bed still in her bikini, surrounded by pillows and candles, the candles fresh and the pillows
and sheets very fresh and puffed earlier by a dutiful slave. Misty was standing in the middle of the floor. Although
she was wearing actual clothes and Julietta was only in a bikini, Misty still felt more naked. "Would you be pleased
to see me naked, Princess Julietta?" Misty in her heart felt Julietta was better than she and she truly adored,
worshiped, and loved serving Julietta. She truly thought of her as her superior. "Shall I strip for you?" Misty asked
again. "Yes, please do." Misty was agast. Julietta had actually said please. Misty, in the year she had worked
there had heard a lot of things from Julietta ranging from "kiss my feet" to "eat my shit" to even once, after a all
night drinking binge with her other rich bitch girlfriends, "eat up my puke." But never had Misty heard Julietta say
"please." Misty slowly unbuttoned her maid's uniform and it slid off. Misty stood there in a white cotton bra and
matching panties. She still had on her white stockings. She was gorgeous. She had a killer body and a beautiful face
framed by long brown hair and topped off with deep brown eyes. A requirement for a slave is that they have to keep
themselves up well. Julietta was impressed by what she saw. "It's about time for someone to have their feet
kissed." Julietta said. Misty started to kneel and rush to Julietta's feet when Julietta suddenly raised her hand and
said "No. That's not what I meant." Misty stopped, confused. "Yet Mistress Julietta you said it was time for
someone to have their feet kissed." Julietta replied, "That's right. It is." Suddenly, unexpectedly, strangely,
Julietta got off the bed and said "Lay down on the bed Misty." Misty replied, still confused. Misty laid down on the
huge bed surrounded by pillows and candles. "I never dreamed Julietta's bed would be so comfortable and
luxurious. It sure beats my little mat on the hard dirt floor." Misty thought. "Misty, Julietta said. I want to be your
slave now." Misty was stunned and said nothing. "Everyday slaves attend to me hand and foot. They are my
worthless property and God put them on this earth to serve me. Yet, well, I can't describe it, yet with you, and only
you, I can see some of myself. I am so attracted to you and have been for a while. It has cost me more sleep than
you know and often at night I do touch myself, you know, finger myself, thinking of you. And not just you, your
body, but, ironically, serving you. Misty, it is time for someone to have their feet kissed. And that someone is you."
Misty was still shocked yet moved and still silent. She didn't have to say anything. Neither one did. A bond had
been established. Something unspoken, unspeakable had occurred. Misty, having always wanted to serve, knew
what Julietta meant. Sometimes the best submissives make the best dominants and vice versa. Without saying
another word Misty flopped on the bed and snapped her fingers and pointed to her white stockinged foot. Julietta
quietly walked over, knelt at the foot of the big bed, and began to gently, humbly, reverently, kiss Misty's foot. She
began to kiss it, began to lick the sole and instep, and began to suck the toes and massage it. This went on for
about an hour. With still no words being spoken between the two, Misty once again snapped her fingers and pointed
to the maid's uniform. Julietta knew she was to put the uniform on. Misty watched as Julietta assumed the maids
uniform she usually wore and had washed by hand the previous day. After donning the uniform, Julietta approached
Misty. "On your knees bitch." Misty said. Julietta dropped to her knees just in time for Misty to slap the hell out
of her. "Footstool, now." Misty said. Soon Julietta, in the ultimate roll reversal, was on all fours under Misty's feet.
Things were starting to get interesting. "You like this bitch?" Misty said. "Yes, Mistress Misty." Julietta said.
"Good..now, get the whip from the corner." Misty commanded. "Crawl, bitch!" Julietta's heart was racing. No-one
had given her a command or even dared raise their voice to her before. Yet to Julietta it was an awakening. For the
first time in her life, she was the servant, the slave. No longer was Julietta snapping her fingers for things to be
brought to her, now she was the one fetching things for Misty. For Misty, a whole new world had opened up. No
longer was Misty on her hands and knees, kneeling before Julietta as she had so often before. No, now Julietta
was coming toward her on her hands and knees with a black whip in her mouth. Misty knew that whip. Many times
had she been the victim of it, usually just one of Julietta's whims. If Julietta was bored she would whip a slave while
resting her feet on their back. Or, she would whip the back itself. The slave had done nothing wrong, it was just for
Julietta's amusement. Of course, the slaves had to say "Thank You, Mistress Julietta" each with each thrust of the
whip. Today, Misty would be giving the whipping. It occurred to Misty, as she lay there on the bed, watching
Julietta crawl across the floor toward her, that she had no idea this role reversal would last. Would it be minutes,
hours, days, weeks, months, or years? She was dying to ask Julietta. "Come here Julietta." Said Misty. With
Julietta before her and on all 4's, she smacked Julietta across the ass with the whip. The smack of the whip was
especially cruel for Julietta, who had never before experienced anything like that. She had never once had a finger
laid upon her, except for a massage. "What do you say, slut?" Misty asked her. "Thank You Mistress Misty."
Julietta yelped out. Over and over the whip came across Julietta's back and ass and legs and feet as Misty sit on
the edge of the bed and with each smack Julietta would thank her new found Mistress for it. As this happened,
Julietta continued to lick Misty's feet. The role reversal of a lifetime was occurring inside Julietta's bedroom walls,
Misty thought. Or was it her bedroom now, she wondered. "Slave, up, now!" Julietta slowly arose. Her face red,
her hair messy, she was sweaty. Her back was red, beaten, even bleeding in two places. There were welts on her
legs. Julietta had received a real beating. It was meant to hurt. Misty wanted to show her dominance. Misty wanted
Julietta to feel what the other slaves had at Julietta's will so many times before. "So, did you enjoy that, Julietta?"
Misty asked, smugly. Something was happening to Misty. Before, she had actually enjoyed the beatings, the
meagre life of a slave to the supreme Mistress Julietta. She had enjoyed willingly giving up her own life outside
slavery to live at Julietta's feet. Yet now, she just wanted Julietta to know what it was like to live as a slave. Misty
was determined to teach her.

For a few minutes after the whipping, Julietta remained disoriented. She had never really experienced pain before
so it was a new sensation to her. As painful as Misty's whipping had been, Julietta understood why it had happened.
Misty had whipped her for the same reasons as Julietta had whipped slaves before. Just because. Because she
wanted to show her superiority and their inferiority, because she could. Because it was humbling to the slave and
showed the slave how powerful the mistress was. "Yes, the whipping was painful", Julietta thought, "yet I loved it."
As a matter of fact, Julietta had never felt so alive. Misty had allowed to Julietta to lay on the bed next to her after
the whipping. Though Misty was Mistress, she still on this day had a heart. Laying there next to each other,
Julietta, her maids uniform discarded before the beating, lay there naked, with Misty laying there in white
stockings and nothing else at this point. They lay there, Misty sweaty and breathing heavy from giving the
whipping, and Julietta sweaty and breathing heavy from getting the beating. They were laying close, very close,
they could feel each others breathing. Misty reached her hand out and stroked Julietta's hair. Julietta looked at
her, smiled, and reciprocated. They took a long look at each other, and soon they kissed on the bed. They lay
there, quietly kissing, rubbing their hands over each others breasts, soon, Misty had three fingers inside Julietta as
Julietta tossed with pleasure. Julietta put three of her fingers inside Misty. Soon, the lovers were fingering each
other and kissing feverishly, violently, with so much passion, intrigue, excitement, even fear. They knew not what
they were doing. Yet they loved it. It was not long before they both climaxed to orgasm. They had gotten each other
off. They licked each others fingers clean. More relaxed now, they still lay on the bed. Neither knew what the other
expected or what would happen next.

THE END
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1 comment:

  1. I love this story. They're so rare. I'm writing more like this involving spoiled rotten brats. Here's one: https://www.patreon.com/posts/miyuki-living-1-8758989

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