The large expansive mansion, simply called "THE DOG POUND" where my Goddesses
reside, stands unobtrusive and isolated in a quiet suburban neighborhood. It has been
custom designed to initiate my induction as a novice footslaving poodle in my earlier days
to a full fledged SUPERSLAVE DOG, a "title" bestowed upon me after years and years
of grueling discipline and round-the-clock domination by my Goddesses. The DOG
POUND consists of two humongous humiliation parlors, a smaller "foot familiarization"
room, a "feeding arena" and a couple of smaller cozy "love" rooms, all of them equipped
with special features for those uniquely created degradation scenes. The vaulted ceilings
and extra wide hallways and doorways with minimum walls give it the feel of a medieval
castle. Details of the various rooms and the specialized equipment will be revealed as
applicable to the scenario being enacted.

It was a rare moment of solitude for me to be left all alone in the DOG POUND by my
Goddesses. There was an eerie feeling about the lull - very much like the calm before the
storm. All my Goddesses were out checking on their slave trainees or at the beauty salon
or just having lunch. Not that this meant any respite for me, for there were always those
unending chores to attend to such as tidying up the place and putting away the shoes and
other paraphernalia that my Goddesses left scattered around the house. I always had to
hurry because I'd never know when any of them might return and give me hell if anything
appeared messy or out of place!

I was at the shoe closet in the back of the house, completely engrossed in rearranging the
numerous pairs of shoes that my Goddesses had worn and discarded during the earlier
session. There must be well over 100 pairs of stiletto heels kept in this huge shoe closet
with multi tiered racks - for various sizes, colors and styles, some "special occasion"
shoes such as denial shoes and feeding shoes, some unique designs such as shoes with
heel mikes, see-thru shoes, fluorescent shoes etc. Every pair was custom made for my
Goddesses' feet. Can you even imagine them wearing anything "off the rack" ?

I was just about done putting away all the shoes in their assigned places on the racks
when I heard the click of the heels at the entrance. I crawled as fast as I could toward
the front door but alas, it was too late!! Goddess Gita had already entered and was
halfway down the hallway leading to the back room as I flung myself at her feet and
began to profusely kiss and lick her toes. She stood there momentarily with her favorite
whip, the cat-o-nine tail, dangling from one hand and a cigarette in the other. She stared
at me intently and watched me nervously grovel at her feet.. I shuddered in silence while
she contemplated my punishment for not being at the front door in my usual posture to
greet her my customary welcome. Her first words were bitingly terse.

"Why weren't you at the door to greet my feet, you despicable dog?" I had no explanation
and continued to tongue her entire feet up to her ankles as muted apology. Goddess Gita
carried on with her tirade: "You think you even deserve to look at my bare feet, leave
alone suck on my toes?" With that, she unleashed her fury with the whip, hard lashes landing
on my back. Having softened me up a bit, she stopped the whipping, placed a leash on my
collar and snapped her fingers to motion me to crawl behind her heels as she led me to the
back room.

I kissed her heel at every step until Goddess Gita stopped at the shoe closet and surveyed
the variety of shoes. "You have just lost the privilege to adore my pretty toes and heels, you
scum! Fetch me those denial shoes", she screamed as she pointed to a pair of 9 inch high
spike heeled pumps that concealed her toes and heels but permitted a view of her high arches
and very sexy ankles. She sat down on the couch facing the shoe closet as I crouched by her
feet. I obediently though regrettably removed her open toed stiletto heels and replaced them
with the cruelly designed black patent leather pumps that denied me any view or access to her
beautiful toes or heels. She promptly pushed me flat on my back and dug those sharp pointed
heels into my chest and stomach. Then she grabbed the leash around my collar and jerked
herself up, the spike heels jabbing deep into my flesh as she stood up on my chest, using the
leash to balance herself. To add to my agony, she shoved her 9 inch heels down my throat,
one at a time, with my lips wrapped around it!!

Goddess Gita eventually stepped off my chest and still hanging on to the leash, began to lash
me with a cruel looking braided leather whip making fresh welts on my body. She punctuated
these with sharp kicks to my groin and ass and stomach, laughing sadistically to add to her
pleasure. "This will help you remember to greet my arrival the next time around", she taunted
as she cracked the whip again on my chest.

"Get on all fours and take me for a ride" She commanded me abruptly. I crouched down to
the floor for her to straddle my back and straightened my arms, ready to crawl. She yanked
my head back, pushed her spike heels on my hands and cracked her whip on my ass as a
signal for me to start crawling. It was a slow ride from the shoe closet down the long hallway
to the front door. Goddess Gita's constant barrage of verbal taunting and physical abuse
accentuated my humiliation to its fullest. She showed zero tolerance for the slightest act of
disobedience.

I was tiring a little as I approached the front door when suddenly and unexpectedly, it opened
and there appeared a pair of feet that I know so well and recognized instantly. I crawled
toward them as fast as I could with an extra burst of energy, not wanting to make them wait to
be greeted.- not after what Goddess Gita had just put me through!  I knew there was more
humiliation in store for me as Goddess Gita got off my back to embrace the just arrived Goddess
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