Podcast with a Dominatrix Pt. 02

As expected, the video of our last podcast featuring Jennifer, the social media influencer, went viral. It got almost 30k views within 2 days. And once again, the comment section was taken over by fetishists.

"Lora is such a lucky slave"

"Amira's feet look so beautiful. Does she have onlyifans"

"I knew Amira is a great dom"

"Amira put those beautiful feet on her face"

"If I were there, I would have kissed those feet"

"Wish Jeniffer gave her chance to serve her feet"

"Please call Lena again and let Lora serve both of you"

I felt so sick and cringed reading all these comments. What crazy people!! How could they be so obsessed with feet? And with the feet of my bestie? Nobody seemed to care about the first half of the video, where we discussed meaningful, relevant topics. But the moment I got down on my fours in front of Amira and she rested her feet on my back, there was a sudden increase in viewership. These fetishists made it crystal clear what they wanted to see.

The video went viral among family and friends too. Our mutual friends started making memes about us where I was serving her like a slave and sharing them on social media. Publicly, I had no option but to take these jokes positively, but that doesn't change the fact that it was humiliating as hell.

Not everyone was as mean as our mutual friends. Ren, a considerate friend of mine who is also my workmate, told me not to pursue such humiliating and degrading acts any further, as this could ruin my personal as well as professional life.

My family, on the other hand, treated it like a big joke. In our family group chat, my mom texted, "What a podcast." with three laughing emoticons, and  Amira sent, "Yup, it was amazing,". Amira is also a part of my family group because I consider her a part of my family. And my dad just sent a bunch of laughing emojis. It was as if they didn't care about me, about how I felt.

Amira's family, meanwhile, is very happy. Her mom shared the podcast link with all her near and dear ones. They seemed very proud of her as if she had achieved something big. I suppose in their eyes, she had.

The other day, I overheard Amira talking to her younger sister, Sofia, on speakerphone. Sofia didn't know I could hear her as well. "Sis, you looked absolutely gorgeous... like a queen in the podcast and Lora.. she fucking looked like your maid."

Amira immediately turned off the speaker and said, "Yes, Lora looked stunning too"

But I already heard what she was saying about me. Sofia's hatred for me is not new to me. She's always resented me, believing that I stole her big sister's attention from her.

If I were in her shoes, I might feel the same. But a part of me still felt compassion for her, maybe, because, at one point in my life, I also felt neglected and craved the attention of my family members.

Amira seems like the happiest I've ever seen. She seems to have discovered a new side of herself that is more confident, mature and most importantly, happy. I am also happy for her.

But there is more to this side of her. All the comments have gone to her head. She has started acting like a celebrity and seems obsessed with these fetishists in the comment section and her social media profile. She likes almost every comment on the video and has gained almost 3,000 new followers on social media. She checks her phone every 10 seconds every time a new notification pops up.

Our dynamic at home have shifted as well. She used to keep the place spotless and have dinner ready when I got back from my waitress job. Nowadays, I come home to a mess, with her mess all around. And she doesn't cook anymore. Most of the time, she orders online or I have to cook for both of us after my job. She's even started an Onlyifans account, posting pictures of her feet. In just a week, she has started earning more than I do.

Although she doesn't spend all the money on herself. She bought me a new phone with that money.

Still, her attitude toward me has changed. I think with the kind of money she started making, that seemed justified. But it has been annoying lately. She orders me around like I'm her servant: "Get me water," "Make me coffee," "Hand me the remote." Sometimes she calls me from my room just to pass something within arm's reach.

I could easily say no, but I don't. She's done so much for me in the past, and I want her to enjoy this newfound confidence. Maybe I am spoiling her a little. I've even started taking pictures of her feet for her social media and Onlyifans

The past couple of weeks have been exhausting. I spend my days serving people in the restaurant and the rest of the time serving Amira at home.

I've been keeping myself busy partly to avoid discussing anything related to the podcast as I cannot endure more humiliation. But then she came up with an offer I couldn't easily refuse.

I was crouched on the floor, taking photos of her feet while she lounged on the couch. "So," she said casually, "when's our next podcast?"

I sat back on the floor, knowing it was going to be a long conversation.

"I don't think I want to continue," I admitted.

"What? Are you out of your mind?" she said in her sharp voice.

"It's about my future, Amira. I can't handle more humiliation than I already am," I said in my defence.

"Aren't you enjoying the fruits of that?" she countered. "This lavish lifestyle we're living. It's all because of the podcast and the roles we're pretending to play."

She is enjoying her role of dominatrix. But what about me? I thought in my mind, letting out a weary sigh...

"Think about it, we gonna have a new luxurious apartment.  Wait I have got a deal for you. If we keep continuing it, you won't have to work as a waitress anymore." She pressed.

I remained silent as it seemed like a good deal. The work there is very tiring and exhausting.

"Is that a yes?" she asked with enthusiasm.

"Yes," I said with a faint smile.

"Yeah! That's my girl!" she shouted in excitement.

"Now, paint my toenails for my subscribers. Tomorrow, Lena's coming for the podcast." She said casually.

"What?" I was stunned. "Why Lena again? And when did you finalize this?"

"I already asked her yesterday. I knew I'd convince you. And to answer why Lena? Because the audience wants her." She said with a grin.

I was very disappointed to hear this. I was zoned out thinking about our previous podcast.. how she humiliated me the last time.

Meanwhile, Amira rested her right foot on my thigh. Unconsciously, I grabbed the nail polish and started applying it to her foot while she was scrolling through her social media.

The next day, I got ready for the podcast while Amira was busy applying cream otoher feet. She seemed more obsessed with her feet than the fetishists.

"You know the rules. It's a one-take video for the whole podcast. No interruptions. And yes.. just pretend to be my slave for an hour." She said while applying the cream

I quietly nodded in agreement.

"Better be quick. Lena will be here any minute, and smile a little," she added.

There she was, Lena, in black attire and with those long boots, stepping in. Her attire complemented her dark complexion.

Just after a little chit-chat, we started the podcast.

"As per your requests, Lena's back on our show!" Amira announced confidently, facing the camera.

"I'm so back, baby! Thanks to you, I've gotten so many clients since our last podcast." Lena grinned.

She sat across from us, crossed legs like a queen.

"No, thank you for coming back," I said, pretending to be happy and cheerful.

"So, have you two figured out your shit? "Are you in a vanilla relationship or going for BDSM?" Lena asked.

I remained quiet, unsure how to respond to that. Denying it might kill the audience's interest. Admitting it seemed so difficult and humiliating.

A few seconds of silence lingere,d and then Amira jumped in. "We're kind of exploring the dom-sub thing, I guess.".

Amira knew how to keep her audience happy and hooked.

"Good for you! I'm happy for you both." Lena said, sounding genuinely pleased.

"And we're going to need your advice on how to take it further," Amira added.

"I'm all yours," Lena replied merrily.

"A lot of viewers, including,us want to know how to begin this kind of relationship," Amira said.

"Okay, first off, there's a power dynamic. One person is supreme, and another in control." Lena began

"Lora, sit on the floor so you both understand the hierarchy." Lora casually commanded.

I saw something like that already coming. But I didn't expect it to come this early.

Reluctantly, I slid down to the floor. Amira adjusted the mic lower toward me and crossed her legs, her right foot dangling near my face in her favourite crocs.

"So, everyone at their places.. let's get started..the dynamic works like this.. only the dom's desires matter. The sub surrenders their wants and makes their sole purpose to please the dom." Lena explained, facing the camera.

Amira listened enthusiastically, wiggling her foot next to my face. For some reason, I kept staring at her feet.

"The dom also has to keep their sub busy," Lena continued. "For example... Lora!"

I was zoned out, staring at her foot. Amira smirked, looking at me.

Lena waved her boot in front of my eyes.

"Listen," she commanded. "Bring us water."

Instantly, I got up. Something in me was so keen to obey her.

"You need to keep your sub busy" Lena told Amira as I served Lena a glass of water in a tray. She just took it with a nonchalant attitude. And then, I handed one to Amira. We exchanged a brief look. She has a strange smirk on her face.

I got back to sitting on the floor.

"So, how many slaves do you have?" I inquired, trying to join their conversation.

Lena seemed pissed as if I offended her by speaking in the middle of their conversation.

"My legs are hurting," she said, brushing off my question. "Get on all fours like last time. I think I trained you well."

Not only did she dismiss my question, but it seemed like she didn't want me to be part of the rest of the podcast.

I knew what to do. I dropped to my hands and knees again, and she rested her heavy boots on my back again.

"Where were we?" Lena asked in her casual attitude.

"Keeping the sub busy," Amira replied, grinning.

"Right. You need to keep them busy. They exist to make your life easy, for your pleasure," Lena said.

"How do they enjoy it, then?" Amira asked.

I felt the weight of Amira's Croc press onto my back. It was humiliating as hell. I was sitting like a pony in the middle of them. And they both rested their feet on me.

"They enjoy it by pleasing their master or mistress. But you have to sound confident and order them with authority." Lena explained.

The combined weight of their feet was crushing my back. My arms trembled a little.

"Lora, lie down," Amira said, "It'll be more comfortable."

She must have seen my arms shiver.

I stretched out on my stomach, and she placed her crocs on my back again.

"What's this position called.. human carpet?" Amira chuckled.

"No, human doormat," Lena corrected, shifting and pressing her dirty boot on my head.

They shared a laugh. And I kept my eyes closed, praying for the podcast to end as soon as possible.

"What else can you make your slave do to keep them busy?" Amira asked, ignoring me completely.

"You can use them as human furniture or a human doormat," Lena said, wiggling her boot on my head.

Amira chuckled.

"And yes.. Or make them kneel. Let me show our viewers.. hey, kneel with your arms extended." Lena added.

I rose and knelt, wishing I could refuse.

"Not toward the camera, idiot. Toward your mistress." Lena said in a mocking tone.

Exhausted, I turned to Amira,extended my arms and knelt in front of my bestie. It felt like a difficult yoga pose. My forehead was pressed against the floor.

"Wow. I am already feeling so powerful" Amira said.

Then Amira pressed her crocs on my head. Not her barefoot, but her dirty crocs. My whole face was pressed against the floor, and I could feel the dust all over my face. I was in complete shock that Amira could do something like this to me.

"This is truly amazing, heaven on earth," Amira said

"And how long can you make them do this?" She added.

"As long as you want," Lena replied. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said, looking down at me beneath her crocs.

Amira sighed in satisfaction.

I kept my eyes closed in shame, but slowly, it started to take the shape of anger.

"Now, you two look like the perfect dom-sub pair," Lena said.

"You know this is the way the subs show reverence for their masters and mistresses. Although this is one of the ways. There are other ways,too." Lena continued, sharing her knowledge about BDSM.

My hair must've been filthy from Lena's boots and now Amira's Crocs, which covered every inch of my head.

"What other ways?" Amira asked, smirking and giving Lena a small wink.

"Like kissing their feet, foot massages, giving gifts," Lena said sarcastically. "It's great we have someone to demonstrate for the audience."

I was horrified. Amira lifted her crocs off my head.

And then I heard "get up and demonstrate" from Lena

I could've refused, but the luxuries we'd gained and the possibility of not doing a waitress job anymore held me back.

I stood up and looked at Amira. We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Her faint smirk made her look bold, almost intoxicating.

She subtly took off her crocs, crossed her legs and let one bare foot dangle in front of my face.

"Kiss those feet. It's a mark of respect." Lena commanded from behind.

Our eyes locked. After a tense silence, she wiggled her foot.

I could feel the tension in the air. It's humiliating but a little thrilling. She pointed out towards her feet through her eyes, wiggling her foot again.

Slowly, maintaining eye contact, I leaned in and pecked her foot. A shiver ran down my spine. She smiled, faintly. Her face looked turned on a little.

I remained seated there on the floor.

"Go on," Amira said softly with a smirk.

Again, I gave a little peck on the dangling foot, then again. After several pecks, she turned her sole toward me.

She didn't have to say. Her body language said it all, she wanted me to kiss the bottom.

There's a little dirt on the bottom of her feet. I hesitated but I had no choice. I pressed my lips to her sole. I glanced up. She seemed satisfied.

"From the moment I saw you two, I knew you'd make a great dom-sub pair," Lena said.

Amira shifted, this time, dangling her other foot near my mouth. Again, she didn't have to say it, I kissed the other foot. She turned her sole up toward my face and I kissed the bottom of her foot.

"Being a dominatrix feels like something I've always wanted. It's so relaxing." Amira admitted.

I kept kissing her foot.

Amira was fully aware she was humiliating me by making me kiss her feet.

At least, she should have warned me that she would make me perform such degrading acts.

I was venting my frustration through each kiss.

Five minutes passed, and I'd kissed every inch of her foot from toe to heel. She guided me silently, shifting her foot to where she wanted my lips.

Her skin was soft as she spent a lot of time pampering her feet with so many creams. I could taste the chemicals from the cream and a little bit of dust from her feet.

All the while, she kept chatting with Lena, barely looking down at me.

Lena seemed very impressed by Amira for how easily and casually she was handling me.

"Enough," Amira said suddenly. "Now kiss Mistress Lena's feet."

I looked up, pissed off and frustrated. She seemed quite relaxed and pleased.

I crawled to Lena's boots, reaching there to unzip them, but she stopped me.

"No, you haven't earned the privilege to kiss my bare feet. Kiss the boots," she snapped.

I cringed at her statement and bent down, kissing her dirty boots. I leaned down completely on the floor.

I kept kissing her dirty boots, tasting dirt particles. It was my act of frustration against Amira. They talked casually above me.

"She's so passionate," Lena remarked.

"I know, she is so good at it," Amira said. "I'm proud of you, Lora."

Amira tried to cheer me up.

But all she did was make the situation worse for me. In frustration, I buried my face against Lena's boot, kissing harder and longer.

"She's devoted, too," Lena added.

For another 5 minutes, I kissed Lena's boot. My face was engulfed in the dust on her boots and thousands of other bacteria.

At times, I felt Amira's gaze on me. She looked at me excitedly for some reason.

"Okay, slave, you did well," Lena finally said.

I casually sat there, not knowing what to do next. They continued with their podcast.

Then Lena rested her leg on my shoulder. I'd made peace with shame and humiliation.

After 10 minutes, they wrapped up the podcast. As Lena was about to leave, Amira stopped her "Wait, we need a thumbnail shot."

"Of course," Lena agreed.

"So, both of us will stand. Lora, you stay down and kiss our feet. It'll attract more viewers," Amira said.

"Great idea," Lena exclaimed.

I had no shame and energy left in my body. I crawled between them and bent low.

"Let me set the camera timer," Amira said.

And then, both place their foot close to my face. I pressed my lips to their feet (Lena's boot and Amira's crocs)

Lena left.

"You were amazing, Lora," Amira said in her normal, casual tone.

"Sorry for being hard on you. I was just in my role. Say something!" Amira added with melting expressions.

Frustrated and fed up with her hypocrisy, I stayed silent and walked away.

"Lora, I'm sorry!" she shouted after me.