"It sounds like all the Mistresses are back," said Goddess Padma to Gita, hearing
the loud clicking heels outside in the hallway.

"Let us join them to have some fun together, Padma," replied Goddess Gita gleefully
and abruptly got off the couch, stepped on my prostrated body at her feet and peeked
through the door to the hallway. "Padma and I are in here, ladies," she announced to
the just arrived Goddesses and left the Foot Fam room to join them.

Goddess Padma stood up on my chest, the pinpointed heels digging in deep and
sternly watched me squirm in silence. When she did step off, I promptly kissed those
cruel heels in relief and watched her walk away toward the door. "I want you to tidy
up this room and hurry over to THE CART," she commanded as she disappeared out
the room. Oh no! Not the CART - I shuddered as I thought about its impending horrors!

There are two humongous humiliation parlors at THE DOG POUND used for my
round-the-clock domination. One of these is located just off the hallway to the right,
by the front door and directly across from the Foot Fam room. This huge parlor, about
30 ft long and 20 ft wide, consists of an oversized custom made love bed in one corner
that my Goddesses often use for their highly provocative sex filled lesbian orgies. It can
accommodate all my resident Goddesses and then some! At the other end of this parlor
is a large "stage" across the width of the room, about three feet high, accessible by steps
on either side for my Goddesses to look down on me from an elevated position for those
special disciplinary sessions. Further details about the love bed and the stage will be
revealed in forthcoming episodes. In the center of this parlor is parked the ominous
DOGGIE CART, a unique mobile contraption on rollers devised for my enhanced and
prolonged humiliation and utilized to test my superslave capabilities. Thus, this parlor is
called the CART ROOM by my Goddesses.

I hurriedly put away the whips and the shoes discarded by Goddesses Padma and Gita
in the Foot Fam room, tidied up the couch and nervously hurried all on all fours to the
CART ROOM across the hallway. The infamous "Cart" is made up of two 8 foot quadrants
attached together to form a 16 foot semi circular leather couch mounted on a platform with
swivel wheels and rollers so it can move in any direction. It is equipped with a footrest under
which runs a rail about six inches above the floor which is all I am permitted to grip while
worshipping my Goddesses. The C-shaped "monster couch" is about 10 feet in diameter
and there is no other furniture in its path to obstruct its movement - the archways and the
hallways are extra wide to facilitate the maneuvering of the Cart. There are no doors to the
CART room which gives it a very cavernous feeling.

There they were, all eight of my "resident" Goddesses already seated in the Cart, watching
me crawl on my knees and lay my forehead on the floor awaiting their command. Goddesses
AnnJoan, Afsa, and Kandi perched up to my left and Goddesses Sandi, Pauletta and Purnie
to my right (I have briefly described these Goddesses in my PROLOGUE). Seated in the
middle were, of course, Goddesses Padma and Gita. They each snapped on a leash to my
collar as I kissed their feet in sequence as a welcoming gesture. When I was allowed to
"kneel up", they were so amused seeing me on eight leashes at the same time, their sniggers
adding to my discomfort.

"You have been a bad doggie today, haven't you?," Goddess Kandi quizzed mockingly.
"Maybe he is just begging for some sound whipping!" jeered Goddess Sandi. "My feet
are so tired today, they need extra special caressing," chimed in Goddess Afsa, who had
the most delicate feet of all. Goddesses AnnJoan and Purnie also made some derisive
remarks. Goddess Pauletta pushed her sharp stiletto heels into my face and proclaimed:
"Doggie, it is time for you to re-acquaint yourself with our feet and shoes and later, we'll
test you in different ways to see how well you know them." The other Goddesses chuckled
in unison and I braced myself for the next command.

Goddess Gita had a sadistic tone to her harsh command: "OK, you sniveling slavedog,
you will familiarize yourself with your Goddesses' feet and shoes in every detail so you
can recognize them by sight, touch, taste and aroma. You will do this while pushing the
CART around the track (which meant going around the parlor and the adjoining hallway
- a long grueling round trip crawling on my knees!!). When you come bring us back here,
we'll decide if you are fit to be tested. Now, get ready!"

My hands were shaking as they gripped the rail under the footrest where sixteen gorgeous
feet were waiting impatiently. I positioned myself to start at Goddess AnnJoan's feet on
my extreme left and work my way to the right in a full semi circle. A crack of the whip from
Goddess Padma signaled me to begin the ordeal. It was so awkward to push the Cart with
my hands on the grip rail and place my mouth and lips on their feet and keep moving in the
right direction! My Goddesses held the leash tight in one hand and used an assortment of
whips to lash me to remind me to keep moving the Cart. Every so often, they would stab
me on the head and neck with their heels or kick my ass. I had to summon every muscle in
my body to have the strength to survive such an ordeal. I wondered how long my body could
take this merciless torture. This was an arduous test of my strength and stamina and endurance
as a tried and true SUPERSLAVE that I was trained to be!!

I started off licking AnnJoan's silky smooth feet and moved on to Afsa's delicate, almost
fragile feet - then on to Kandi's succulent toes, all the while making mental notes of their
characteristic features. While my mouth and tongue were busy with their feet, my hands
gripped the rail under the footrest trying to push the Cart forward. In the first several
minutes, I had barely moved the Cart past the the first turn into the hallway. I realized I had
to crawl faster and yet, maintain my focus on their feet or else, get into worse trouble later
if I did not crawl fast enough for them! . I managed to move a little faster down the straightway
as I groveled at Goddesses Padma and Gita's feet and got to Goddesses Sandi and Pauletta
whose feet always posed me a challenge in the foot guessing games because their features are
so similar, they could pass off as "twins" !! Even their shoe size and the styles they prefer are
the same and I have had trouble in the past guessing them correctly, not to mention the heavy
punishment meted out if I failed!! I took extra time licking their feet and sucking their toes and
sniffing their soles, studying their every wrinkle to tell them apart. A flurry of hard whiplashes
reminded me to keep the Cart moving and I maneuvered the turn from the hallway back into
the parlor in excruciating pain as I finally made it to Purnie, my last "Goddess-in-waiting" and
heavily tongued her extremely shapely toes and beautiful high arches, thankful that I had finally
made it around the semi circle of my Goddesses' feet. Every crack of the whip sapped more
and more of my stamina. I felt so relieved I had survived the onslaught of blood curdling
whiplashes thus far, and though out of stamina and out of breath, I pecked their toes with my
lips, pushing my precious "cargo" of eight Goddesses in the Cart back to where it was parked!!.

By now, I was totally exhausted and gasping for breath. I could not have crawled even one
more step. My outstretched arms embraced the collective feet of all my Goddesses who were
thoroughly enjoying my helpless plight with utterly sadistic delight, sipping wine and champagne
as they contemplated unique footgames to put me through to test how well I knew their feet!!
I was silently praying for a few moments of respite to regain my breath - and maybe, my sanity
before those games began!!!