Chapter 11.

After fifteen minutes of tickle torture, the sting of Gael’s cane against Cindy’s bare feet was a welcome distraction. That was until Gael’s expert, pain-extracting ability surfaced. Gael maintained a steady rhythm. Each whack was clean and excruciating. It took less than five minutes of minimal effort for Gael to leave Cindy crying and screaming.

Eleanor’s alarm marked the end of Gael’s time and the end of Cindy’s punishment. Each sister had successfully spun the wheel and they marked the occasion with hugs and congratulations. It was obvious by the excitable chatter that they had thoroughly enjoyed hurting Cindy.

Cindy shivered and quietly sobbed to herself as she listened to them. Her mind and body were exhausted after two hours of near-continuous torture. This experience would linger long in both her nightmares and dreams.

She inhaled a breath as she heard Eleanor’s heels clap closer over the concrete. She felt so weak and vulnerable that she scurried her chastity cage over the floor.

Eleanor smiled. “Such a good girl.”

The praise made every second of Cindy’s ordeal worth it. There was no better feeling than pleasing your goddess.

“Oh dear,” said Eleanor warmly, “your feet are bleeding.”

Cindy sniffled with happiness. Her goddess cared so much for her.

Eleanor squatted and cleaned up Cindy’s wounds with water and gauze pads. “There,” she said, unlocking the metal pillory that had bound Cindy’s ankles. “All better.” She stood and moved to retake possession of Cindy’s leash, giving it a firm tug and encouraging Cindy to her knees. “So, have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Goddess,” said Cindy hurriedly. She bent down and kissed the tips of Eleanor’s Valentino Garavani shoes. “Thank you so much for putting me in place.”

Eleanor pouted. “I don’t think I’m the one you should be thanking.”

Eleanor yanked Cindy along by her leash toward her sisters. It was difficult for Cindy to crawl with her arms still trapped behind her back in the leather restraint. She scurried as best as she could on her knees to avoid the pain of pressing her damaged feet against the unforgiving concrete.

“Sisters,” said Eleanor, “little Cindy has something she would like to say to you.”

Cindy cautiously looked up in awe at all the incredible women who had so masterfully brutalized her. They were all goddesses. “Th-thank you for hurting me,” she said meekly.

They all stared down at her in a semi-circle and snickered as if she was a bug.

Cindy arched her back as close to the floor as she could to make herself as lowly as possible in the presence of their divinity.

Eleanor pushed her heel against the back of Cindy’s head and forced her face into the designer shoes of her sisters. “Thank them properly.”

Cindy leaned into the glossy Italian leather of Gael’s Loius Vuittons and laid respectful kisses upon her toes.

“Eleanor,” said Gael, completely ignoring Cindy. “This has been so wonderful. It was so nice to see Lucy and Alison working together like that. True sisters. Alison is such a credit to you.”

Eleanor smiled. “And Lucy has grown to be such an impressive young woman.”

Jasmine shifted her shoe for Cindy to lay reverent kisses upon. “They are both extraordinary,” she said. “I can only imagine what kind of terrors they inflict upon their school. I’m so excited to see what they showcase during their induction. Have they chosen their victims?”

Eleanor shrugged. “Alison has a few options, but I think that Emily girl is one of her favorite targets. The one they prank on TikTok. They tag her as DumbBitch101 or something. I suppose Lucy has a claim over her as well?”

Gael smiled. “Lucy has her heart set on using her cousin. She’s been manipulating her for a while now. It won’t be long before she’s able to take complete control of her.”

Shannon joined the conversation. Cindy began to make out with her Gianvito Rossis. “It will be so great for Lucy,” she said. “You know, I was Lucy’s age when I took my own cousin as my peasant. One of the best things about victimizing your own relation is that you can pass them down to the next generation. Right, precious?”

Luna scoffed. Cindy shuffled to kiss her shoes too.

“Oh, I know,” continued Shannon, “the peasant is fairly useless at this point, but wasn’t it easier for you to have a well-trained submissive to experiment with?”

Luna sighed. “I’ll admit her pain threshold was already high. Progress is always slower with the uninitiated.”

Alexa was next. Cindy thanked her for the searing pain of candle wax by kissing the straps of her sandal shoes. “You know,” she said, “I agree in theory, but there’s something to be said for the rush of power you feel when breaking a fresh victim. I love seeing how far I can push the limits of my little Maggie.”

“Right?” said Carla, teasing Cindy with her Jimmy Choo. “My Hayley is so fresh and sensitive. I can’t tell you happy I am to hear her fragile little screams. I’m glad I waited a while before taking her. I have the maturity now to fully enjoy her suffering.”

The lively debate continued as Cindy completed the rounds, showing her utmost gratitude for her suffering with more kisses. The talk soon shifted to future events and luncheons and Cindy felt a firm choke on her collar as Eleanor pulled her back.

Cindy kneeled happily next to her goddess as Eleanor received hugs and the compliments she deserved for hosting the party. It filled her with joy to know she had played a role, no matter how small, in making Eleanor’s party a success.

*

Eleanor sat crossed-legged on the edge of the bathtub, bobbing her shoe teasingly close to Cindy’s face. Cindy sniffed, hoping to gain a whiff of the luxuriant Italian leather. It was the smell of victory and power.

Cindy looked up at the golden key dangling over Eleanor’s powerful bosom. She was so close to being unlocked. It was hard to control her arousal and she found herself slowly humping her cage into the air.

Her experience in the basement had destroyed any lingering pretensions of normality. She was born to be a humiliation slut. Her duty was to be a toy for the amusement of better women. She had shown a remarkable aptitude for it. She had failed at everything else in life, but in this, she had discovered her one true talent.

Eleanor placed her Gucci Marmont shoulder purse on her lap and rummaged inside to reveal a gold-encrusted switchblade. She pouted as she clicked a button to flick free a stainless steel blade from the handle. Cindy shrank lower to the floor.

Eleanor’s pout shifted into a smirk. “Stay very still. I don’t want to cut you.”

Cindy was confused. She thought she’d been a good girl. She shivered, looking at her goddess with watery doe-eyes.

Eleanor pressed the blade against the dry wax from Alexa's candle torture and carefully shaved it from Cindy’s skin.

Cindy breathed her relief. Her goddess was just taking care of her. She should never have doubted her. She stayed as still as possible to give Eleanor an easier time scraping away the wax.

She felt especially vulnerable as Eleanor got to her breasts. One slip and she would lose a nipple. If Cindy accidentally got maimed, it would be a hundred percent Cindy’s fault for not staying still.

Cindy glanced across at her old clothes folded in a neat pile next to Sarah’s. It was as if they belonged to a different person. This version of herself didn’t deserve clothes. If she couldn’t afford Gucci, Versace, or Saint Laurent, what was even the point? She should be left naked unless her betters decided otherwise.

She shuddered a little at how reasonable her thought process seemed. She knew on a conscious level she was being insane, but she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to degrade herself as low as she could possibly go for the amusement of Eleanor. Eleanor’s pleasure was Cindy’s pleasure. It was all she needed in life.

But then she thought of Sarah. She had no idea if she was okay. She had completely abandoned her. She knew Sarah would never forgive her for what she had inflicted on her, and nor should she. Cindy deserved Sarah’s hate. But as terrible as it was to admit, Eleanor was more important to her than anything Sarah might think or say.

“Such a good girl,” said Eleanor, as if she had sensed Cindy’s darkening thoughts.

Cindy immediately smiled and looked up at her adoringly. Eleanor was once again all that mattered. “Thank you, Goddess.”

Eleanor wiped the excess wax from her blade with a washcloth and then returned to finish the job. Cindy’s eyes welled with love.

“You know,” said Eleanor, “I think you’ve earned a special treat.”

“R-really?”

Eleanor smiled. “I know I said you wouldn’t get anything if you failed to impress my guests, but honestly, that was just a trick I played on you. It was impossible for you to actually succeed. My friends are far too demanding and sadistic. You understand, don’t you? I had to give my audience a show. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“Of course, Goddess. That was real smart of you.”

Eleanor retracted her knife and chuckled.

Cindy glanced down her body and saw only a faint residue of wax remained amongst her rashes and blisters.

Eleanor continued speaking as she ran warm water and cleaned her knife. “You impressed me this evening. Everyone had a wonderful time at your expense. The wheel can be traumatic even for experienced victims. You handled it as well as anyone I’ve seen.”

Cindy’s bottom lip trembled with joy. “Th-thank you so much, Goddess. I really made you happy? R-really?”

Eleanor pouted and leaned forward to lay a gentle kiss on Cindy’s sweaty forehead. Cindy sniffled and smiled weakly. Her whole body quivered with ecstasy.

Eleanor returned the knife to her purse and retrieved a silicone bristle brush from the edge of the tub. She ran it under the warm water and began scrubbing it over Cindy’s naked skin.

Cindy smiled as she winced from the sharp bristles brushing over her wounds. The pain made her feel even closer to her goddess. She would have happily endured a million spins of that wheel to experience this aftercare.

Eleanor gathered up a bar of Chanel soap and lathered it over Cindy’s body. Cindy could not contain herself. Her whole body trembled with excitement. She was being touched with the same radiance-revealing cleansing soap Eleanor put on her own divine skin. She was unworthy of it. She began to cry from the sensory overload.

Eleanor smiled and scrubbed down Cindy’s chastity mesh, teasing her trapped pussy. Cindy humped up and down against the bristles, desperate to feel something other than cold metal against her wet lips.

Eleanor clutched the key and fondled it between her finger and thumb. “Do you want this?”

Cindy, shaking, crying, and humping, dared not make a response. She just stared at it, pained and lustful.

Eleanor leaned her head back, pushed her breasts forward to stretch the material of her dress, and gave a hearty laugh.

“Not yet,” she said, reaching for a box of sanitary wipes. “Open.”

Cindy opened her mouth and Eleanor stuffed a wipe inside.

“Suck.”

Cindy winced at the acrid and soapy taste.

Eleanor smiled and grabbed Cindy’s nose, cutting off her air. “It’s been a long evening,” she said seductively, “I think I deserve some attention first, don’t you?”

*

It had once seemed like the most fantastical thing in the world that Cindy would ever be invited inside Eleanor’s bedroom. She wished she could have gone back in time to tell her high school counterpart that one day all her sacrifices and hard work would be recognized and rewarded.

Eleanor led Cindy on her leash over her creamy marble floors and onto the large area rug that felt so soft and decadent under Cindy’s sore hands and knees.

Cindy looked around at the luxury. The bed was an Alaskan King. An accent wall was covered in cushioned, noise-softening suede, and a dramatic chandelier in radiant gold and matte black offered atmospheric lighting.

A stylized full-length wall mural depicted a naked side profile of Eleanor, rising like Venus from the sea to take her position in the world as the goddess of beauty, prosperity, and desire. Her arms wrapped around herself like the wings of an angel, tastefully concealing her bosom.

Cindy felt compelled to pray and lay tribute before it.

Eleanor’s dress dropped from her perfect form onto the rug. Cindy slowly looked up Eleanor’s smooth legs to her body where she wore an embroidered lace g-string and a sheer mesh corset lined with tulle that enhanced the shape of her curves. Her bosom heaved with her deep breaths as she looked hungrily down at Cindy.

Cindy cowered and kissed Eleanor’s feet. Her goddess was too beautiful and powerful. She was everything Cindy had ever dreamed of and more. This wasn’t real life.

Eleanor chuckled and yanked Cindy’s leash, pulling her over to the bed where Cindy kneeled and stared up at her, transfixed. A little drool formed on the side of Cindy’s mouth. She slowly wiped it away with the back of her quivering hand.

Eleanor’s pout was a smirk as she opened her legs and reached inside her panties, stretching the material to reveal her pussy lips. Cindy leaned closer. They were as glorious as she remembered that wonderful day when Eleanor had graced her with those precious few seconds with them.

Eleanor chuckled and reached to extract the now dry sanitary wipe from Cindy’s mouth and tossed it away.

“Have you ever done this before, Cindy?”

Cindy gulped. She dared not even believe Eleanor was suggesting that she taste her. She was unworthy of the honor.

“N-no, G-Goddess,” she whispered as if in fear this was only a dream.

“But you always wanted to, didn’t you?”

Cindy nodded, edging closer, drawn by the power of Eleanor’s pussy lips.

“Then take your time. Treat it with the respect it deserves. Worship and adore it.”

“I will, Goddess. Thank you so much. This is the best gift I could ever hope for. I…I love you.”

Eleanor smiled and teasingly pulled her panties down her thighs. “Then get close. I want to feel your breath.” She leaned back, dangling her legs over the edge of the bed, and slowly rubbed two fingers around her clit.

Cindy guided her nose and lips close enough to smell Eleanor’s heavenly arousal. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring each second.

Eleanor moaned. “Okay, talk to me. How much do I mean to you? Who am I to you?”

Cindy reached to her own locked pussy and rubbed furiously over her mesh as she spoke. “Goddess,” she said, “you mean everything to me. You’re my whole world. I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old. There hasn’t been a single day in twenty-five years you haven’t been in my thoughts. I thought of you every time I suffered sex with my husband. I only want you. I belong to you. I am yours to do with as you please. You’re so beautiful. So powerful. So perfect and amazing. You’re too good for this world. The world doesn’t deserve you.”

“Yess,” said Eleanor breathlessly as she continued to tease herself. “That’s it. Keep going.”

“You’re my life, my devotion, my obsession. My religion. My Goddess. My purpose in life. All I want is to make you happy.”

“How…how much better am I than you?”

“Your toe is worth more than me. You’re so beautiful and I’m so ugly. You’re so smart and I’m so stupid. You’re so rich and I’m so poor. Take it all. Take my home, my car, my job, my life. Please, take everything. You’re so successful and I’m such a loser.”

Eleanor laughed. “Yes. Yes, you are. Such a fucking loser. Now let me feel your little loser tongue.”

Cindy whimpered with enthusiasm. She stuck out her tongue and began to carefully lick up Eleanor’s gleaming pussy lips, humming in pleasure. Being deprived of any taste sensations meant she could truly appreciate Eleanor’s pussy.

She started off lightly grazing around Eleanor’s clit, gauging where Eleanor liked it based on her moans. It made her feel good to be the cause of Eleanor’s pleasure. If she satisfied her, then she could do it again. Maybe she could do it every night? What better treat for Cindy after a day of chores and labor than to relax her goddess to sleep with an orgasm?

Eleanor began to circle her middle finger over her nipple as Cindy moved her tongue into an infinity motion, making sure to take her time and savor each millisecond of Eleanor’s growing arousal.

Eleanor gasped. “Yessss, that’s it. Like that. Yes. Oh fuck. You really are a fucking loser. I’d forgotten you existed and yet you spent every day of your sad little life worshipping me. Fuck. I’m so great and you’re so pathetic.”

Cindy worked harder than ever before to please her goddess, running her tongue in the letters of the alphabet around her pulsing clit.

Eleanor began to circle her hips around Cindy’s face, tightening Cindy’s leash around her wrist for extra leverage.

“I’m going to take everything from you and you’re going to thank me for it. Oh fuck. Fuck. I’m…so…powerful. I’m so much...better than you. I own you. I’m…going…to…fucking destroy…you.”

“Yesssss, Goddess,” said Cindy, grinding her fingers over her mesh, “please. Destroy me.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes, yes. Fuck. Yes. Yessss!”

Eleanor suddenly quietened as her body tensed and quivered, spraying her orgasm directly into Cindy’s face and mouth. Cindy continued to happily sniff and lick. She was so proud she had done that for her goddess. It was her greatest accomplishment in life.

“Good…girl,” said Eleanor breathlessly. She laid still for a time as she slowly recovered her breath until she slid up her bed to rest her head against her fluffy pillows, forcing Cindy by her leash to clamber up on the silken sheets with her face still pressed against her pussy.

After a few minutes of silence, Cindy looked up from Eleanor’s pussy to see the rise and fall of Eleanor’s bosom. Cindy smiled. She had successfully relaxed her goddess to rest. She determined to stay as still as possible so as to not disturb Eleanor’s peaceful slumber.

“No,” said Eleanor, with her eyes closed, “lick my asshole.”

She loosened Cindy’s leash just enough for Cindy to worm down the bed to gain access to Eleanor’s ass.

Cindy stuck out her tongue as far as she could and proceeded to gently lap inside the crack, curling her tongue as if giving it a passionate French kiss.

Eleanor sighed contentedly and returned to her rest.

Cindy closed her eyes and licked until the early hours of the morning when her exhaustion finally forced her to sleep with her nose and mouth pressed deep into Eleanor’s asshole.

It was the best night of her life.