Literotic asexstories – Fateful Wedding (F/F) Pt. 01 by ThrillMaker,ThrillMaker
Synopsis: Mia is a shy girl working as a marriage registar. She truly loves her profession, binding loving hearts together… Isn’t it beautiful?
Especially as today’s bride is not just gorgeous but also decent, smart and successful young woman. Mia feels it’s an honor to marry such a wonderful person.
But all goes upside down when Mia sees soon-to-be husband making love with… a bridesmaid! Right before the wedding, right in the filthy bathroom!
Not being able to hold her emotions when she sees this cheating couple standing beside the wonderful bride, Mia slaps the broom during the ceremony.
She didn’t think much, she felt it’s a right thing to do, but for all those present Mia looks like crazy who tries to ruin the wedding!
Petite registar never had a chance to explain her actions as pretty soon she ends up under the feet of more fast-thinking bridesmaid…
And little did Mia know that her actions will not just be a start of her own fall, but also bride’s who she tried to save.
The fall in all senses, all in favor of the cunning bridesmaid and her mother…
Chapter 1
Mia smiled as she arrived at the gorgeous wedding venue. Everything looked ready to go. The beautiful flowers, the stunning artwork, and soon the guests would arrive. Today, she was doing what she loved most – bringing a happy couple together for a life of bliss.
She went to check her hair and makeup. She wore a stylish black dress, her light brown hair pulled back professionally and tied in a perfect bun. Her pale complexion highlighted her innocence – a small, skinny eighteen-year-old who was living her dream. She loved weddings, seeing couples so in love, and she had always dreamt of playing a part in uniting them for life. And today, she was even more excited than usual. She’d been selected by the most incredible bride she’d ever seen.
She’d gasped when she’d first seen Grace. They’d met to discuss Mia being her marriage registrar. She’d seen Grace pull into the car park in her Lexus, watching a set of tanned, toned legs swing out of the car door. The bride-to-be wore expensive clothes, and Mia felt tiny next to the statuesque brunette with the piercing blue eyes. Grace was a strong, confident, powerful woman, and the eighteen-year-old Mia was in awe of her. She was super excited to have the opportunity to marry such an incredible woman.
As guests started to arrive at the venue, Mia wanted to re-read her handwritten speech to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. There were ten minutes to go until the bride would arrive and the ceremony would commence. She made her way to the coatroom where she’d left her jacket, her speech folded up in her jacket pocket. She was already picturing the stunning Grace walking down the aisle, playing the scene out in her mind as she turned the handle of the coat room.
Mia stopped dead in the doorway, unable to process what she was seeing.
“Ohhh Lindsey… mmm… you’re sooo hot!”
Mia, eyes began to adjust to the sight of simply perfect, powerful legs wrapped around a man’s waist. The woman had an absolutely stunning dress pulled up around her waist, a curvaceous ass bouncing as she softly moaned, and perfect blonde hair tossed back. She was on top of a man in a nice suit who saw Mia over his blonde lover’s shoulder. Despite the fact they’d been caught having sex in the coatroom, the man couldn’t stop. The gorgeous blonde kissed him passionately, grinding on his cock, with the man’s hand groping her full breasts.
“Oh my god, I’m… I’m sorry,” Mia said, turning around and leaving the coat room.
Mia’s heart was pounding. She was a pure, innocent girl, and she’d never seen anything like what she’d walked in on in that coat room. She needed to compose herself – she had a wedding to conduct.
She saw the washroom across the hallway, and as she headed towards it, she saw the man from the closet quickly exiting, tucking in his shirt and straightening his tie.
The blonde appeared in the closet doorway, and Mia quickly entered the washroom.
Suddenly, the door flung open, the blonde entering, and standing next to Mia, fixing her hair and makeup. Mia looked at the blonde in the mirror. Frankly, she was intimidated. The blonde was stunning. Mia had already seen her perfect ass and shapely legs – but the blonde was a tall woman in her mid-late twenties, her big breasts presenting the perfect cleavage that the flat-chested Mia found it hard to not keep glancing at. The blonde had that after-sex glow about her. She’d just had sex with a handsome man, and she looked more than pleased with herself as she fixed her already pretty face.
Mia offered her a weak smile before leaving the washroom, straightening her black dress and taking a deep breath. The groom would surely be waiting now, with the bride preparing to make her entrance.
Mia entered the stunning room, seeing the groom from the back as he chatted with his groomsmen. She smiled. The man had a great body… Mia knew the perfect Grace would be marrying someone amazing. But she couldn’t resist a gasp as the man turned around. The groom, in his perfect suit, was the man Mia had seen with the blonde in the coat room!!
There was no time to do anything about it – the music was playing, and the audience was gasping, with their eyes all drawn to the breathtaking bride as she made her entrance.
Mia was furious that this beautiful woman’s day had been tarnished by her cheating husband-to-be, but it wasn’t Mia’s business to intervene. Her job was to marry the couple, and she hoped that the bliss of their wedding day would be enough to have them living happily ever after.
As Grace made her way to the front, standing across from her groom, smiling, the bridesmaids entered. And Mia’s jaw hit the ground. The blonde from the washroom – Lindsey – was one of Grace’s bridesmaids. She stared at Lindsey, who looked super pleased with herself, having just fucked the groom less than fifteen minutes before his wedding.
Mia tried to compose herself, but she felt shattered. She had such a pure view of the world and felt people were good, and she just couldn’t understand how a woman could sleep with her friend’s man and then stand next to her at her wedding, grinning from ear to ear.
And when Mia turned to look at the groom, seeing him looking like nothing happened, she could feel her anger boiling over. This man had just had his cock inside a gorgeous, curvy blonde and was now about to marry a stunning, elegant brunette.
Her anger got the better of her, and without thinking, she wound back her arm, swinging it through the air, with a stinging slap on the groom’s cheek echoing through the room.
“What the HELL?” Grace screamed.
Mia turned to the stunning bride, about to spill the beans – the man she was about to marry had just had sex with her bridesmaid in the coatroom.
Lindsey, big breasts heaving, had to think quickly. If Mia told everyone what she’d seen in that coat room, Lindsey would be in big trouble. Grace would go crazy, and everyone would think Lindsey was a total home-wrecking slut.
So she stepped forward just as Mia went to speak, grabbing her by the hair and flinging her to the ground. The skinny teen was like a rag doll, and the audience gasped at how easily Lindsey had thrown her to the ground.
The other bridesmaids were incensed by Mia ruining the ceremony, approaching her as she began to pick herself up off the ground. Lindsey saw the much smaller Mia about to speak again – so she jumped in first.
“She was about to slap the bride!” she exclaimed.
One of the other bridesmaids, a smaller redhead, whacked Mia across the face, knocking her down again, before the third bridesmaid, a pretty Russian girl with an awful temper, knelt down and gave Mia a series of loud slaps across her cheeks.
Mia was crying now as the three bridesmaids in their gorgeous dresses kicked her ass.
But still, Mia was determined to tell Grace what she’d seen in the coat room.
For the third time, she tried to address the gorgeous bride, who by now was furious that her wedding had been ruined. But Lindsey wouldn’t let her speak. She stepped out of her heels, and just as Mia tried to get the attention of the bride, Lindsey swung her leg and struck Mia’s ribs with a perfectly placed kick. The skinny Mia groaned in agony as Lindsey proceeded viciously stomping on her chest.
Amazingly, little Mia wasn’t done and managed to climb onto all fours.
Lindsey knew she had to shut the tiny girl up once and for all.
Everyone groaned in astonishment as she wound back her shapely, lovely leg and swung. Her pretty foot moved through the air, seemingly in slow motion, the top of her foot connecting perfectly with its target… Mia’s sweet, pretty, innocent face.
The blow left Mia lying on her back, her face an absolute mess – utterly destroyed by the slaps of the bridesmaids and, ultimately, Lindsey’s magnificent foot.
Lindsey smiled as she looked down at the conquered girl.
“You ruined my friend’s wedding AND assaulted both the groom and my foot. I have a bruise. I’ll have the police come and take care of you.”
To ‘stop’ Mia from going anywhere, the powerful blonde rested a foot over her flat-chested victim before stepping on her full weight, with Mia crying out.
“Shhh, you’re disturbing everyone,” Lindsey giggled, placing her other foot right over Mia’s face.
All poor Mia could do was cry and sob into Lindsey’s soft sole, gasping for breath as Lindsey’s other foot suffocated the life out of her. But with each gasp, all she got was the scent of the foot that had destroyed her pretty face.
Lindsey casually called the police with one hand, leaning on the wall with another while she stood proudly on the girl.
At one point, the bride looked down at Mia, concerned. Her little body was crushed under Lindsey, her arms limp. All the fight was gone out of her. Her body was beaten and broken, and her mind began to break, too, as Lindsey rubbed her foot back and forth over Mia’s face, using her face as her own personal foot masseuse. Grace said to Lindsey, “Is she okay?”
But Lindsey just smiled. “She’s obviously dangerous,” Lindsey said. “Slapping your groom like that and then looking like she was going to slap you. She’s crazy! It’s best I keep her underfoot until the police arrive.” Fortunately for Mia, Lindsey did show mercy and finally stepped off her.
“Put my shoes back on for me,” Lindsey demanded. Poor Mia could barely move, her body completely defeated by Lindsey, but she finally managed to slide the blonde’s black stilettos onto her foot. Lindsay sat on a chair.
“Now, you stay right there until the police arrive.”
She placed the toe of one heel on Mia’s forehead and the other on the young woman’s lips.
Mia didn’t dare to move, let alone object. In fact, she felt grateful to the gorgeous blond that she was no longer standing on her.
Meanwhile, Grace looked awful. Her perfect bridal makeup was ruined as she cried, with her wedding destroyed. And that gave Lindsey an idea.
While she rested her shoes on Mia’s face, she started tapping away on her phone, applying for an instant marriage license.
“Look,” she said to Grace just as the police arrived, “I’m now a marriage registrar. I can marry you!”
Mia was barely conscious, still in agony after her beating and body crushing at the feet of Lindsey, but hearing that this vicious blonde was about to take her dream crushed any spirit she still had left.
Everyone supported Lindsey’s story. Mia had attacked the groom completely unprovoked. Lindsay had stepped in before Mia could do any more damage, and in the process, Lindsey’s pretty foot was injured.
“Kiss it better,” she teased Mia quietly just before the police handcuffed the young woman. When Mia rolled over without hesitation, placing a tiny kiss on the blonde’s bruise, Lindsey smiled broadly. Little Mia was absolutely terrified of her, and Lindsey knew that her wish would be Mia’s command from then on.
Mia looked over her shoulder as she was escorted out by the police. She saw the horrible blonde standing between the bride and groom, preparing to marry them, taking Mia’s dream from her.
Lindsey was the hero of the wedding. She had stopped Mia from continuing to assault the handsome groom and potentially the gorgeous bride, and she’d stepped in to marry the couple. As Grace and her groom Steven said their “I do’s,” sharing their first kiss as husband and wife, Grace threw her arms around the savior of her wedding.
Lindsey couldn’t help but chuckle. She’d fucked Grace’s man right before the wedding, and she now had Grace hugging her, thanking her for saving the day. Her big, beautiful smile got even broader when Grace said, “I owe you, Lindsey. You saved my day. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
You would’ve thought Lindsey’s day couldn’t get any better – but it did. She smirked as Grace and Steven got their wedding photos done. Grace’s makeup looked dreadful because of her tears when she’d thought her wedding was ruined. Lindsey simply loved that she’d not only taken the groom on his wedding day, she’d stolen the dreams of the innocent little registrar, AND she’d been the cause of ruining Grace’s wedding photos.
Of course, she and Grace were friends, but Lindsey had always been jealous of Grace. Grace was always the center of attention, always the richest, always with the best job, always with the hottest man. Lindsey was sick of coming second to Grace, and so having her fingerprints all over the most important day of Grace’s life was extremely satisfying.
And just when Lindsey thought her day couldn’t get any more perfect, it did.
The guests had all gathered at a hotel, sitting in a beautifully decorated function room for the post-wedding reception. It was time for the bride to make her speech.
She was supposed to talk about how excited she and her new husband were to start their married life. But instead, she looked at Lindsey. Grace went on and on about how grateful she was to her best friend for salvaging the day. And while Grace spoke, Steven was sitting across from the busty blonde, eyes darting from her magazine-cover-worthy smile to her incredible cleavage.
“Mmm, that’s it bitch,” Lindsey thought as Grace continued to compliment her. “Suck up to the girl who’s already fucked your groom today.”
Of course, Grace had no idea that Lindsey was the reason the wedding was almost ruined. The fact that Lindsey was getting all the praise and had the bride toasting her turned the blonde on.
She slipped a foot out of her stiletto under the table, stretching her leg forward.
She grazed the groom’s leg with her toe, running it slowly up his calves, over his knees, and up his thighs.
Oh – the look on Steven’s face as that pretty foot pressed against his crotch under the table! Lindsey simply loved it, especially when a few strokes of her foot had Steven’s cock hardening while his wife gave her first speech as a married woman.
Lindsey stared into the groom’s eyes, smiling. Grace might have married him, but this man was Lindsey’s any time she wanted him. Having that much power over her friend’s marriage was simply delightful.
“To my very best friend, the one I owe everything to, the amazing, gorgeous Lindsey,” Grace said with a smile, raising her glass.
“To Lindsey,” the audience said, everyone taking a sip of their drinks.
As much as it had been an amazing day for Lindsey, there was one more thing she wanted to take from Grace.
As the night began to come to a close, Lindsey began to act sad.
“What’s wrong, hun?” Grace asked.
Lindsey was a terrific actress, and she forced tears to form in her eyes.
“That fight with that girl earlier… it’s really affecting me,” she lied tearily.
Grace tried to console her friend.
“You know when you said you’d make it up to me?” Lindsey asked.
Grace nodded, “Of course, hun, what do you need?”
Lindsey held back a smirk. “I don’t want to be alone tonight, Grace. I’m scared that little crazy bitch might try to get revenge. Can I stay with you and Steven?”
Grace hated the idea. This was her wedding night! She and her new husband had the honeymoon suite booked at the hotel, and they had a delightfully romantic night planned. But as she looked at her friend, she reminded herself that she HAD promised to repay her for saving her wedding.
“Sure thing, hun, you can stay with us.”
Lindsey had to stop herself from bursting out laughing as she exited the room with the bride and groom, heading to the honeymoon sweet.
Wedding sex was definitely the best sex, and Lindsey was ensuring Grace wouldn’t get any, even on her own wedding day. Grace was smiling, completely oblivious that Lindsey was taking her marriage apart before it had even begun.
In the honeymoon suit, Lindsey kept filling Grace’s champagne glass while the three chatted.
The more alcohol Lindsey kept feeding the bride, the more the bride began to slur her words. When Grace eventually stood up, she was dizzy, falling forward right into Lindsey’s curvaceous body.
“There, there, Grace,” the blonde smiled. “It’s been a big day… let’s get you out of this dress and into bed.”
Lindsay led her best friend over to the bed, helping her lie on top of the sheets.
She sauntered over to Steven.
“Why don’t you go downstairs and get us another bottle of champagne while I get Grace into bed?”
Once Steven left the room, Lindsey began to help an almost-passed-out Grace out of her wedding dress.
She was finding it hard not to laugh at how clueless her friend was as she worked her gorgeous white wedding dress off her body.
Lindsey looked at Grace’s body. Grace had spent hundreds of dollars on her wedding lingerie, and it had been worth it.
Lindsey looked at her friend. Grace was simply stunning! Her perfect skin. Her toned, powerful body. She had white lace stockings on her amazing legs, joined to white lace panties, but an incredibly sexy garter. Her bare stomach was flat, perfectly toned. Her lovely breasts – not as big as Lindsey’s but still luscious in their own right, were covered by a stunning white lace bra. Yes, Grace’s bridal lingerie was the hottest lingerie Lindsey had ever seen.
“Well… we don’t want hubby seeing you in such a sexy outfit, do we?” Lindsey snickered as Grace drifted into a drunken sleep.
Grace was completely non-responsive as her best friend began to strip her of her lingerie, starting with her white designer wedding heels. Down came the thigh-high stocking, the panties, and off came the bra.
She stared down at Grace’s flawless naked body.
“Bitch,” she grunted, her jealousy of her best friend showing.
She went over to Grace’s suitcase, sifting through her clothes. A sexy nightie. Cute panties. Gorgeous little bed shorts. Ugh – why did Grace’s clothes all have to be so damn sexy?
And then… “aha!! Tooooo good!!”
She’d found something. A pair of track pants and a loose grey hoodie.
She helped the passed-out Grace into the most basic, casual, unsexy clothes she owned. They hid all Grace’s amazing features.
The blonde looked at the wedding lingerie she’d removed from Grace.
“It would be such a shame for Steven not to see this lingerie on his wedding night,” she smiled.
When Steven returned to the room, his jaw fell open.
Lindsey had lit the candles Grace had set up for their romantic night, spreading the rose petals on the bed. Steven saw his passed out wife on the bed in her comfy casuals, but his eyes quickly returned to Lindsey. She stood across the room. The wedding lingerie looked incredible on her. She was an absolute bombshell, and even if the newly married man wanted to resist her, he couldn’t have. The candlelight flickered, her impossible body looking phenomenal in the dim light.
She began to approach. She’d laid Grace’s gorgeous wedding dress out on the floor, and she walked slowly toward Steven, each step of Grace’s own wedding heels stomping down on the dress. She was literally walking all over Grace’s wedding.
She reached Steven, slowly wrapping her arms around his shoulders, the two passionately kissing.
“How do I look?” she teased.
Steven breathed his response, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”
She led him to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, smirking as the married man fell to his knees. Lindsey loved it, the handsome man tenderly raising her leg, removing her shoes.
As she slowly removed the lace stockings, he pressed his lips to each bit of flawless skin, as it was revealed. His lips danced over Lindsey’s pretty feet as he finished taking off the stockings. He took his time, savouring each pretty toe, running his tongue over her soles. And then, once he’d reached up and pulled his wife’s panties down her best friend’s legs, he began to kiss his way back up her legs.
Lindsey moaned softly once she had the man’s face between her thighs pleasuring her.
“Mmmm,” she purred, hands running through his hair. “Grace did always boast that you had a talented tongue. Now it’s mine to use whenever I want.”
Even the mention of his deeply sleeping wife didn’t stop Steven from continuing to worship the blonde goddess.
When she unclipped the bridal bra, her incredible breasts springing loose, Steven looked up at her, bedazzled by her unstoppable curves.
“Come to me,” she said, shifting up the bed, laying her head on the pillow next to her best friend.
This wasn’t the quick fuck from the coatroom. Grace was out for the count, and Lindsey could take her time. They had all night to explore each other. They made love multiple times, hands and lips all over each other bodies while an oblivious Grace slept, dead still.
As the sun started to rise, Steven was now also in a deep sleep. Lindsey realised she needed to set things up so Grace didn’t realise her best friend and husband had made love all night on her wedding night.
She took off the wedding lingerie and packed it away, putting her bridesmaid dress back on. She pushed Grace over so she was in the middle of the bed, her back up against her husband. Lindsey laid at the foot of the bed. She angled herself so she her own face was as far away from Grace’s feet as she could get, but her angle allowed her to put her feet right into the sleeping face of her best friend.
“Little Mia and your husband have kissed my feet,” she said softly, “And soon you will, too.”
She waited until Grace began to stir, waking up from her drunken sleep. Lindsey was loving it – Grace’s first time waking up as a married woman and the first thing she’d see was the pretty feet of the girl who had her husband secretly under her spell.
As Grace opened her eyes, Lindsey just left her feet there. Just letting Grace’s eyes adjust.
“Ugh,” Grace thought, “My wedding night, and I slept with my face at her feet.”
Lindsey knew her time was now. She yawned, pretending to wake up and stretch, allowing her to press the soles of her feet right into Grace’s face.
Grace didn’t resist, much to Lindsey’s amusement. Maybe Grace was just too weak from her drunken night? Or maybe waking up and seeing her best friend’s feet had had an effect on her? Or maybe she quite enjoyed the feeling of the pretty soles on her face? Lindsey didn’t know the answer, but she knew one thing.
“Whether you like them or not, Grace,” she said in her head, “You’ll soon be getting very very used to my feet on your face.”
Chapter 2
Grace was so apologetic to her husband. She had allowed Lindsey to be in their room on their wedding night, and she’d gotten drunk and passed out. They had a dream night planned, and in Grace’s mind, she’d ruined it.
Grace was also thankful. To her best friend Lindsey. She hugged the curvy blonde.
“Thank you,” Grace said.
Lindsey couldn’t hide her smile. As far as Grace knew, Lindsey had saved her wedding and then taken care of the drunken bride.
“You can thank me by taking me to breakfast,” Lindsey said.
They agreed to meet in an hour.
Lindsey went to her own hotel room and got showered and changed – a white top that showed off her incredible breasts, a tight black miniskirt and a cute pair of pink heels.
Grace joined her, a gorgeous summer dress on, white sandals on her feet.
As they ordered breakfast, Lindsey’s phone rang.
It was her lawyer.
Mia had spent her night in a cell, charged with the assault of Steven and Lindsey. She was terrified, spending the night shaking.
She’d been escorted to court first thing in the morning, her charge put before a judge.
She tried to argue her case, and the judge said, “Well if you’re saying you were the one who was assaulted, we’ll need to bring the newly accused in for questioning.”
Young Mia froze, shaking her head. She wanted no parts of seeing the busty blonde who had so thoroughly conquered her at the wedding.
“What’s my punishment if I plead guilty?” she asked.
Once Mia realised that she’d only have to do a few hundred hours of community service, she plead guilty to the charges.
And now here was Lindsey’s lawyer, delivering the news.
“Well, good,” Lindsey smiled.
But her lawyer wasn’t done.
“The thing is, now that she’d pleaded guilty, you’d be free to sue her for damages. She’s legally considered having assaulted you, and if you’ve been injured physically, mentally or emotionally, she’d have to pay damages…”
Lindsey’s face curled into the cruelest of smiles.
“Set it up,” she said to her lawyer. “We’re going to take the little bitch for everything.”
Lindsey thrived of power. And she was currently drunk on it. Her power over Mia at that wedding. Her power over the groom in the coatroom, at the reception when she’d rubbed his cock with her foot, and in his honeymoon suite. Her power over the bride, who was eating out of the palm of her hand, completely oblivious as to her evil doings. And she wanted more. She’d seen the defeated look in little Mia’s eyes at the wedding. She knew she could own the skinny girl.
“My own personal slave,” she thought in her mind, her cruel grin plastered all over her face.
Grace didn’t like what she was seeing. She’d never seen her best friend like this.
“Hun, I know Mia almost ruined my wedding,” Grace said, “But you don’t need to ruin her life!”
“Yes, I do,” Lindsey said firmly. But she caught herself, softening her tone, taking Grace by her wedding-ring clad hand. “That little girl nearly tore your wedding apart, Grace. She needs to learn her lesson…”
Grace wasn’t so sure… but she nodded.
It was a few days later, Mia and Lindsey on opposite sides of the courtroom. Grace sat in the back, watching on.
Lindsey’s lawyer was simply incredible. Little Mia didn’t look like she could hurt anyone, and her face was still all messed up with bruises from the beating Lindsey had given her. She was struggling to even sit up straight, her ribs still in pain from the ruthless kick Lindsey had given her, and her small breasts still hadn’t recovered from being crushed under Lindsey’s foot. But the lawyer had to judge looking at Mia in horror as she articulately depicted the eighteen-year-old as a monster.
“Before I determine an outcome, I’ll hear from the plaintiff,” the judge said.
Grace groaned for poor Mia as Lindsey rose, heading to take the stand. She’d dressed to impress… a miniskirt that showed off her killer legs, a top that had her breasts spilling out of it. Grace could see the way the judge was drooling over her.
Lindsey put on an awful sob story.
“I was so injured I could barely walk,” she said, tears in her eyes. She raised her leg provocatively, waving her yellow strappy-heel clad foot at the judge, giving him a view of those legs. “Look, there’s still a bruise.”
She wasn’t done with her story. She explained that she suffered such extreme emotional pain that she’d ruined her best friend’s wedding night.
“Imagine how fragile I must have been mentally to actually think it was ok to ask to stay in the honeymoon suite with the bride and groom,” she sobbed. She pointed at Mia. “She turned me into a monster! Only a monster would come between newlyweds on their wedding night. That’s something I would never have done if she hadn’t assaulted me. I’ve barely been able to look my best friend Grace in the eye since that day.”
Grace frowned at the lies her friend was telling on the stand. And she was shocked when the judge ruled. Mia owed Lindsey four hundred thousand dollars!
“You have twelve months to fulfil your debt to your accuser,” the judge said to Mia. “Failure to comply will see you imprisoned until the debt can be settled.”
Mia burst into tears and fell to her knees in the courtroom. She knew she had no means of paying such an extraordinary debt.
Lindsey didn’t hide her pleasure, clapping her hands excitedly and approaching Mia.
She stood over the timid young woman.
“Seems every time I see you, you end up on your knees,” she laughed. She dropped a piece of paper at her feet.
“Come over this afternoon and we’ll discuss how you’ll pay me.”
Grace scurried out of the court. She was disgusted with her best friend. So much so that she called her later to express her disappointment. But Lindsey seemed sincere when she said that she just couldn’t stand the way Mia had lost control and nearly ruined the wedding.
“You’re my best friend, Grace,” she said, “And I couldn’t just sit by and watch the girl who messed with your special day get away with it.”
Meanwhile, Mia was reluctantly making her way to Lindsey’s house.
She was absolutely terrified as she knocked on the door in her little summer dress. She wore flat black sandals, and when Lindsey answered the door in those towering yellow heels, the younger woman was staring directly ahead at the blonde’s perfect breasts, her head no higher than the dominant woman’s shoulders.
“Come in, little one,” Lindsey smirked.
Mia was literally shaking as she entered the beautiful home of her rival. It was so unfair – Lindsey was clearly already wealthy, while Mia was certainly not! But she’d lost in court, and the confident blonde had her at her mercy.
Lindsey’s lawyer was there, and she had a ton of paperwork.
Mia was almost as intimidated by the lawyer as she was by Lindsey.
The lawyer was a tall, leggy redhead named Claire, and Mia would never forget the way Claire had made her look like an out-of-control monster in that courtroom.
“We’ve been through your financial, Mia,” the lawyer said, smiling at the scared girl.
“You have about seven thousand in savings. Obviously, that will go straight to Lindsey. In addition, you have your crappy little car worth six thousand. We’ll take that. You’ve been a good girl and paid off your credit cards, but your two credit cards have a combined limit of twenty-five thousand. Better to owe the banks than to owe the woman you assaulted and end up in prison. You’ll surrender your credit cards to Lindsey. Now in terms of your house… it’s worth one hundred fifty but you still owe one hundred twenty thousand on the mortgage. Lindsey will also take ownership of that. That’s a total of sixty-eight thousand of the four hundred thousand you owe Lindsey.”
Mia was crying. Even with her every asset taken away, she had a debt to Lindsey she’d never be able to pay. Let alone that most of these assets were bought with her caring parent’s savings.
“I’m going to end up in prison,” she sobbed.
But to her surprise, Lindsey spoke to her calmly.
“Now now,” she said, “We can work out a deal. Sign the documents giving me control of your assets, and I’ll tell you how we sort out the rest.”
What choice did Mia have? Lindsey and Claire exchanged victorious glances as Mia began to sign her name on the papers, everything she owned now in Lindsey’s hands.
“Don’t worry, little Mia,” smiled Lindsey. “You’ll find it’s not hard to work off your debt. For example….”
She swung her leg up, placing her bruised heel-clad foot in Mia’s lap.
“If you give my bruise another kiss, I’ll deduct ten dollars from your debt.”
Mia looked at her, Lindsey’s gaze was sneering. For a girl who now owned nothing and still owed three hundred thirty-two thousand dollars, ten bucks for a foot kiss didn’t seem like a big deal at all, but she didn’t even think to object.
She bent at the waist, pressing her lips quickly to the bruise.
“I didn’t say stop,” Lindsey smirked as Mia continued softly kissing her bruised foot.
As soon as Lindsey finally pulled her foot away, Claire said, “Look at your tiny, pretty hands. We’ll deduct another five dollars if you give me a foot massage.”
Mia simply slid off the edge of the couch and crawled to the lawyer’s long, never ending legs. Claire’s legs were creamy and shapely, and while Mia didn’t like being on her knees before the lawyer who had destroyed her in court, she had to admit that the redhead’s skin was simply to die for. Her pretty little hands caressing the calves of the beautiful woman.
Lindsey smiled as she watched Mia serving her lawyer’s legs. She knew she could buy Mia now. The skinny girl would do anything to work off her debt, and Lindsey knew that eventually, Mia would fall into a habit of serving her bigger, stronger, richer, more powerful superiors.
“You should thank Claire for paying you $5 for a quick leg massage,” Lindsey said, “Give her feet one of those sweet little kisses of yours to show your appreciation.”
Mia didn’t hesitate, her lips pressing against the tops of Claire’s feet as her hands continued to worship the red heads calves.
Finally, it was time for Claire to leave. She stretched out her foot expectedly and simple said, “The toe.” Mia immediately gave a kiss to the toe of Claire’s shoe.
“That’s how you are going to greet and see off me from now on, right?” Claire smiled at the utterly defeated girl.
“Yes Claire, sure,” Mia managed to give a meek response.
Once Claire left, Mia said, “I should be going, too.”
But Lindsey simply stood in the doorway, a smirk on her face.
“Go where? And how? I own both your house and car and you don’t even have enough money to order a cab. I think it would be best if you stayed right here with me.”
Mia realised she was right. She had nothing and nowhere to go. Lindsey was walking toward her, arms outstretched, and all poor little Mia could do was step right into those strong arms, her little body all wrapped up by the curvaceous blonde goddess.
Lindsey patted Mia’s face as it rested against her big chest.
“You’re all mine, little Mia,” she purred, “Allll mine.”
Chapter 3
As soon as she had allowed herself to be wrapped up in Lindsey’s arms, accepting that the manipulative, busty blonde now owned her, Mia’s life had spiralled out of control.
That first night, now living in Lindsey’s house, was hell. Mia, although skinny and flat chested, was a pretty girl. Soft, dainty hands, a Princess face, and silky smooth creamy white skin. Her dream career as a marriage registrar suited her perfectly – a lot better than the hard, manual labour she would endure that night.
Lindsey wanted her gorgeous house to be spotless. “Remember Mia, your chores all go toward working off your debt to me.”
Mia had always been a perfectionist. She was simply incapable of doing anything half-heartedly. Lindsey sat with a big grin on her face as Mia was ordered to clean the kitchen, because when she saw how the smaller girl went about her task, she knew enslaving Mia had been a great idea. Mia could have just run a mop over the floors, wiped down the counters and packed away the dishes. But that wasn’t enough for the perfectionist. She’d been told to clean the kitchen. And that meant inspecting each plate, glass and utensil in the cupboards and draws, making sure they were as clean as the day they were brand new, before kneeling on the kitchen floor, scrubbing each floor tile one by one, scraping the grout, buffing each inch of floor to a perfect shine. Her pretty nails got chipped, her delicate hands filthy as Lindsey’s curvy, tanned legs appeared in the vision, feet clad in home slippers. Not wanting to look up at the woman she was terrified of, little Mia simply looked down at the feet she had already kissed on two separate occasions.
“Are you enjoying this work, little Mia?” Lindsey asked.
Mia shook her head timidly, causing Lindsey to laugh.
“Well, what you like is irrelevant. You have a skill, girl… not useless after all, it seems. And it’s given me a terrific business idea. I could charge people a fortune to have their house cleaned, guaranteeing them the best clean ever from a pretty little princess. Yes – I’ll rent you out, girl, at five hundred an hour. The rich and fabulous will happily pay that amount to have such a docile little cleaner they can boss around. For every five hundred you make me, fifty will come off your debt to me. So, if you work ten hours for someone, you’ll be making forty-five hundred for me and working five hundred off your debt. Sound fair?”
Of course, it wasn’t fair. Mia looked up at Lindsey, about to try to negotiate a better deal.
whack
Quick as a flash, Lindsey swung her leg just like she did at the wedding, hitting Mia right in her already damaged ribs.
It knocked the wind right out of the little girl, and Lindsey effortlessly used her feet to lay her on her back.
She placed her slipper-clad foot just above Mia’s little breasts, toe on her chin.
“Sound fair, Mia?”
“Mmhm, yes Lindsey,” Mia croaked.
Lindsey slid her foot forward a little until the toe was on Mia’s bottom lip.
“Kiss.” Without hesitation, Mia kissed the bottom of the slipper. With a satisfied smile Lindsey threw out the slipper and put her bare foot back, toes on Mia’s mouth.
“Open wide, Princess.”
Mia had no choice but to obey, allowing Lindsey’s toe access to her mouth, Mia’s tongue wrapping around it gently.
Lindsey alternated toes into her slave’s mouth, quite enjoying how diligently Mia sucked on each one. Mia hated it, the taste of her rival’s toes in her mouth, but she wouldn’t dare complain for fear of either another beating or being thrown out of Lindsey’s house with nothing, and no chance of repaying her debt.
When Lindsey was done, removing her toes from Mia’s mouth, she used the girl’s light brown hair to dry off her toes.
“Back to work, slave,” Lindsey giggled.
The next time Mia saw Lindsey, the blonde was standing in the door of the laundry as Mia, on her knees, was shoveling clothes into the washing machine.
“Don’t forget to hand wash my intimates,” Lindsey said, poor Mia shuddering at the thought of hand washing another woman’s bras, panties and socks.
“Now, I’m off to bed. Once you’re done, see yourself in the guest room. You’ll wake me at 7 a.m. with breakfast in bed. Kiss my feet goodnight.”
Mia crawled along the floor, placing a kiss atop both of Lindsey’s perfectly formed feet.
“Good girl, little Princess.”
Mia worked well into the night until she was satisfied her owner’s house was sparkling. She’d vacuumed, mopped, done the laundry, the kitchen was clean, the bathroom perfect – even the windows had been cleaned. Finally, she entered the guest room. Plain cream walls and a single bed. That was it. That, along with her mobile phone and the clothes on her back, was all Mia had. She fell onto the bed at 4 a.m. after setting her alarm for 630 a.m., falling asleep as soon as she closed her pretty eyes.
She tapped nervously on the big double doors of Lindsey’s room with her breakfast tray in her other hand.
“Come innn,” sang Lindsey. Mia was relieved the blonde was already awake… she’d been unsure of the protocol for waking her and was terrified of getting onto the wrong side of the bigger woman.
“Wow,” she couldn’t help but gush as she entered. Lindsey’s room was almost as big as the house Mia had surrendered to her. Giant window, huge walk-in robe lined with stylish clothes, and a separate area shelved with hundreds of pairs of shoes. There was a huge marble bathroom with a gorgeous big tub. Lindsey sure did live like a Queen!
But the most incredible sight of all was Lindsey herself. She was perched up on her set of pillows atop her enormous bed. She wore a white bathrobe that came to her mid thigh. Her flawlessly tanned legs contrasted with her pure white sheets and the white robe, and her stunning blonde hair gathered around her face.
Mia blinked. This woman had it all, and on top of that, she could wake up first thing in the morning looking like a complete goddess!
“Go ahead, look around,” Lindsey said as Mia served her breakfast. Mia was in awe. The clothes, her shoes, the dreamy bathroom. Never in Mia’s wildest dreams would she have imagined having all that Lindsey had. While she was more than impressed, she was also annoyed. Lindsey clearly didn’t need all the money she was extorting from Mia. She was doing it purely for her own amusement.
Breakfast finished, Lindsey beckoned to Mia.
“This morning, you prepare your mistress for her day, starting with running my bath.”
Mia nodded, heading to the bathroom, running the water.
Lindsey ordered her to prepare her clothes – a little white dress and a pair of summery wedges with polka dots.
“Just fetch a basic white pair of underwear from that drawer,” she ordered.
Mia opened the drawer. There was nothing ‘basic’ in there. The most basic she could find – a little white thing and a gorgeous white bra – were better and more expensive than Mia would have worn on her wedding day if she ever got married! For Lindsey, they were just Saturday casuals.
Mia laid out the clothes, and soon the tub was ready.
“I’m sure you agree my feet deserve the softest of landings when they get out of bed,” Lindsey smirked.
Mia nodded, spying a pair of slippers. She fetched them, came to the side of the bed, holding them in her palms, but as she looked at Lindsey’s face, she knew that’s not what her mistress had in mind. Mia laid on the floor, bracing for the impact she knew was coming.
Sure enough, she saw Lindsey’s sole descending toward her face. Mia grimaced, but the blonde simply rested her silky sole on the poor girl’s face. She eased herself down onto Mia, the eighteen-year-old’s face crushing under the weight of the curvy woman, Mia’s face distorted with pain. But Lindsey showed mercy, quickly placing her other foot onto Mia’s flat chest, dispersing her weight and Mia sincerely blurted a soft “Thank you” which caused a lovely giggle from the blond goddess. Then Lindsey carefully walked onto Mia’s stomach, thighs and down her legs. To finish, Lindsey skipped her feet into the slippers, ensuring her feet never had to touch the floor.
“It’s nice to know my precious feet will never have to touch the ground again,” she giggled.
And indeed, they were precious. Since the wedding, Lindsey had had her feet against the face of her best friend Grace, Grace’s husband Steven, and Mia. She was starting to feel as though she could have her feet worshipped by anyone she wanted.
“Come, little Mia,” Lindsey said, beckoning with her finger. The girl helped herself up and placed her little hand into Lindsey’s bigger one as they headed to the bathroom. It looked quite cute if not knowing that blond woman just a few moments ago nonchalantly stepped full weight on the tiny girl’s face.
Lindsey took her time loosening her robe, making a real show of it, and when she finally eased it down her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, Mia couldn’t help but gasp.
An innocent girl, Mia had never seen a naked woman before, and she had to admit that the blonde with the big, full breasts, the curvaceous ass, and the flawlessly tanned legs were simply breathtaking.
“Undress, Mia, we don’t want your clothes getting wet.”
Mia was reluctant. Nobody except one boyfriend had ever seen her naked before – and even then – she had always waited until the lights were off and the sheets over them before she’d completely stripped.
But a stern look from her goddess of a Mistress had Mia obeying.
The comparison between the two was laughable, and Mia knew it. Lindsey was all woman with her impossible curves, and Mia was in no way any match for her at all. She was both in complete awe of Lindsey and beyond intimidated by her.
“Come to me,” Lindsey grinned.
For Mia, as she walked once more into the arms of her goddess, she felt almost protected. This strong woman who could do whatever she wanted held her closely, kissing her forehead.
For Lindsey she knew this was all part of locking Mia into her long-term servitude. Mia’s breasts were smothered by Lindsey’s, the eighteen-year-old surely feeling the sheer power and supremacy of the bigger woman’s body.
Soon, it was time for Lindsey to step out of her slippers and into the tub, sinking down beneath the bubbles. Mia knelt beside the tub, first bathing Lindsey’s hands, arms and shoulders, then working her way down to the woman’s breasts. She was bedazzled at how soft yet firm those big, perfect breasts were. Despite her size, Lindsay’s stomach was rock hard, and as Mia’s fingers washed it, she felt that Lindsey simply had no weaknesses. Finally, she was her soap covered fingers all over Lindsay’s lovely legs. And then Lindsay would do something that would bring what was left of little Mia’s world crashing to the ground around her.
With an incredible elegance, Lindsey lifted a leg from the tub, bringing her toes to Mia’s little breasts. Mia’s breathing began to intensify. Lindsey’s toes had captured Steven’s cock under the table at his own wedding, and Mia’s breasts were no more capable of resisting the charm of her pretty toes. Her nipples began to harden, Lindsey now tracing a toe down the kneeling Mia’s stomach.
“Do I turn you on, little Mia?” she purred seductively. Mia was frozen, unable to answer the question, her mind saying ‘of course not, I’m straight and you’re a big arrogant bully who’s ruining my life’, her body saying ‘yes, you’re an impossibly perfect goddess’.
“Let’s see, shall we?” Lindsey teased, brimming with confidence.
She slid her foot between Mia’s kneeling legs. She knew she had her when with a gently push of her toes against Mia’s thigh, the younger girl obediently widened her knees, granting Lindsey’s foot whatever access it wanted.
“It’s ok, little Mia,” the blonde cooed as she adjusted herself in the tub to give her foot the perfect angle. “Just relaxxxx.”
She began to tease Mia’s pussy with her foot. Mia closed her eyes for a moment, trying to resist. But it was useless. The image of the gorgeous blonde’s body was burned into her brain, and her talented foot was having its way.
Her eyes shot open wide, as Lindsey’s toe breached her defenses.
She couldn’t help but moan.
“That’s it, my little captive,” Lindsey thought, “Surrender your body to me.”
And surrender Mia would. She burned with a dangerous mix of humiliation and just as she began to grind against Lindsey’s foot. Slowly at first… but with a nod of permission from her smirking Mistress she lost all control. She had her hand on Lindsey’s shapely calf as she uncontrollably humped the beautiful foot that had caused her so much pain.
All too soon, her moans of “ohhhhhh Mistresssssss” were echoing through the marble bathroom, Lindsey having drawn a shuddering orgasm from her slave with just her foot.
Lindsey studied Mia.
“Yessssss,” she hissed. She could see it in Mia’s eyes. Intimidation and blackmail would never have been enough to get Mia to do all Lindsey wanted from her. Eventually, Mia would have seen that failing to pay her debt and going to prison would be better than the horrors Lindsey had in store for her. But now, Lindsey knew, little Mia was captured sexually. What she suddenly felt in her little heart was misplaced and misguided love for the woman who was destroying her. Lindsey’s grasp on Mia had just strengthened tenfold, and Lindsey knew she now had a willing slave that would serve her every command.
“Come to me, little one,” she teased, Mia breathlessly climbing into the tub, cuddling in to Lindsey, breathing “thank you, Mistress” as the blonde smirked victoriously.
To be continued…
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