My Goddesses bemused themselves at the sight of fresh welts on my body from
the whipping they had just given me during their grueling ride around the room in
the DOG CART. I was all too exhausted from the crawling and pushing the Cart
with my eight Goddesses trampling me under their sharp heels. I profusely licked
their collective feet on the footrest, silently praying for a brief respite. I heaved a
sigh of relief as they put away their whips and began to get amorous with one another.
Soon, they were into heavy petting and necking and decided to get to some serious
lesbian play. Goddesses Padma, Sandi and Afsa got off the Cart and headed for one
of the "love" rooms flanking the humiliation parlor in the back for an afternoon delight.
The trio of Goddesses Gita, AnnJoan and Pauletta walked off, arm in arm in arm,
toward the other "love" room for their own version of "triple play".

Kandi and Purnie were still seated in the Cart, locked in embrace, when they
realized the other Goddesses had left me all to themselves! They snapped their
fingers and tugged at the leash around my collar to order me up on all fours and
then arose from the Cart in unison, their lips still locked and fondling each other's
breasts, sat on my back and commanded me to crawl. I could hear the passionate
moaning above me as I headed out the Cart room into the hallway leading to the
back of the house. My hands and knees, sapped off their strength, were moving
slowly under their weight when I realized I was crawling by the "feeding arena"
which my Goddesses utilised to allow me some morsels of foodscraps on rare
occasions. The arena is a fairly wide open area, adjacent to the other humiliation
parlor, with a few barstools and chairs scattered around, an old shoe box in the
corner used to store special doggie feeding items (stale, rotten, overripe stuff that
can be easily mashed or crushed under their feet) and an oval "feeding trough" - a
bowl large enough to accommodate the feet of up to four Goddesses to trample on
my "food" (if you can call it that!)

My two riding Goddesses were still engrossed deeply in french kissing and
exploring each other's mouths and bodies, their legs straddling my back and
their feet alongside my crawling posture. Besides feeling tired and exhausted
from my prior ordeal, I had been denied food and water for several days and
the starvation was driving me crazy! I decided take a chance with my Goddesses'
temperament and profusely began to kiss their succulent toes interspersed with
hushed whimperings. I finally managed to get their attention.

"Are you begging for something, doggie?" Goddess Purnie queried, laying several
hard cracks of the whip on my back, obviously irritated by the interruption to their
love play.

I cupped her heels and placed my head at her feet. I responded in a quivering voice:
"May I please be allowed to speak, Goddess?" and continued to kiss her toes waiting
for her permission. It was Goddess Kandi who interjected: " What do you want, you
pathetic excuse for a slobbering slavedog?"

I promptly turned my head to Goddess Kandi's feet, caressed her heels, licked each
of her ten toes and pleaded: " May I please ….please .. be permitted a few morsels
of foodscraps, my Goddesses?" I knew I was risking it big with Goddess Kandi's well
known temper and her whims and fancies. She generally punished me severely for
begging to be fed as if to say how dare I remind her and only once in a rare while,
entertained the idea of "feeding" me.

"When were you last fed, doggie?" Goddess Kandi asked mockingly since she already
knew that, being the unofficial "Goddess-in-charge of my diet" and I was never allowed
any kind of food without her approval or knowledge. With my lips still planted on her
toes, I whispered: "Eight days ago, Goddess Kandi".

She must have been in an unusually receptive mood and the fact that I had been starved
for over a week, her next words were music to my ears..

Goddess Kandi tersely commanded: "OK Doggie, PREPARE OUR FEET !"

"Prepare Our Feet" - the three most delightful words for an extremely starved
footslaving dog. Goddesses Kandi and Purnie got off my back and sat down on
the nearby barstools and dangled their high heels in front of my eager face. I couldn't
wait to remove their shoes and get my mouth busy on their bare feet. My tongue
slobbered over each foot starting at the ankle, down the heel to the arch, then the
sole and the ball of the foot and made its way to the underside of the toes and in
between and over, then on to the top of the foot, the sides and again back to the
ankle, layering the entire foot thick with saliva that made those delectably delicious
feet glisten in the soft light. In fact, whenever my mouth felt dry, I had to summon
extra saliva from the depths of my throat and beyond so my tongue remained wet!
I knew if their feet felt my dry tongue or miss even the tiniest spot, it would arouse
their wrath enough to deny me any morsel of food for who knows how long!!

They wiggled their toes under my nose squealing with delight to indicate their
approval of their "feet preparation". They peeked into the shoe box to select the
items to be "foot processed", a thoroughly degrading food mortification procedure
devised mainly to trample the items under their feet with "feeding shoes" specially
designed for this purpose. Goddess Kandi selected her usual favorite items, a slice
of stale bread and an over ripe banana and joked about making me some "bread
pudding". Goddess Purnie decided on a rotten tomato and some soggy old grapes
to make an odd combination of "wine and juice cocktail". They deployed special
feeding shoes with elastic straps to provide room for food items to be placed between
the foot and shoe to facilitate crushing and mashing. I placed the large oval feeding
trough at their feet and meticulously positioned the selected items inside the feeding
shoes - the stale bread slice under Goddess Kandi's left foot and the peeled overripe
banana under her right foot. Likewise, a small rotten cherry tomato under Goddess
Purnie's left foot and a few soggy wrinkled grapes under her right foot. They planted
their feet in the bowl and stood up, their full weight on the shoes butchering the items
under. The highly salivated feet that I had prepared softened the bread slice under
Goddess Kandi's foot that left a deep impression of her footprint on it! The banana
was mashed to a pulp and the gooey mess emerged from between her toes and the
sides of her foot. Goddess Purnie was doing a similar number on the tomato and the
grapes that were totally liquefied and the juices trickled from under her feet and
collected around her shoes. It was a horribly humiliating scene to watch my Goddesses
eliminate any and all resemblance to the original food items that were, by now, all
intermingled and formed an odd mixture of a foot shaped bread slice implanted with
mashed banana soaking in a bath of tomato pulp and crushed grapejuice !!! As the
ultimate step in "foot processing", they swirled it all together in the bowl with their
feeding shoes and had me remove them and leave them standing amidst their culinary
creation.

My Goddesses had me then completely lick the messy stuff off their feet till they
were absolutely "food free" and put their regular stiletto heels back on. They prided
themselves at the remnants in the feeding bowl and had a hearty sadisitic laugh at the
job well done. They still did not deem the mushy contents fit enough for me to eat! In
fact, Goddess Kandi mischievously jested to Purnie: "Do you think this shit is ready for
doggie to eat?" To which Goddess Purnie attested: "Not yet, it looks too bland and needs
to be spiced up a bit". And they flicked their cigarette ash on the gooey mess and put out
their cigarettes in it and spit on it several times with gusto. As a finale, they squatted on the
bowl and pissed a few drops on their foot processed creation.

I profusely thanked them with repeated kisses on their once again cleaned feet
devoid of any food mess and sucked each toe in appreciation of their favor.
Satisfied that they had humiliated me to the hilt with their unique feeding technique,
they jabbed their sharp heels into the back of my head and pushed my mouth into
the bowl. This was their way of granting me permission to lap up the measly few
mouthfuls of their gooey creation and lick clean the feeding shoes and the bowl
while they watched in disgust.

In the background, I could hear my other Goddesses in the two nearby love rooms
moan excitedly as they reached orgasmic climax in their torrid lesbian orgy and got
ready to congregate in the other humongous humiliation parlor adjacent to the feeding
arena to play some footgames!!