By the time I crawled on all fours over to the dreaded Torture Chamber (or the "T" Room as my Goddesses called it) with Goddess Purnie astride my back, my other Goddesses had already gathered around the infamous WHEEL in anticipation of the cruel footgames they had planned for me. Goddess Purnie dismounted to join the others and I hurried over to prostrate myself on my stomach on the flat disk-like wheel, about 5 feet in diameter, my knuckles nervously grasping the rim and my face protruding over their feet surrounding me in a circle.

Goddess Purnie stood right in front of my face and I promptly planted my lips on her toes as she spoke: "OK, you no good excuse for a floormat, it's time to play "footsie" now! Let's find out just how quickly you recognize your Goddesses only by their feet! And every time you fail to do so properly, your punishment will get harsher." Goddess Sandi chimed in: " And you will instantly identify your Goddess by the sight, touch, taste or aroma of her feet and be ever so thankful you are even allowed to be so close to them!" And Goddess Afsa reminded me "Remember, you strike out three times and you are out!" (which meant even more severe punishment under their heels as a show of their disgust). With this dire warning and threat, my eight Goddesses sat themselves in a circle around the Wheel, dangling their sexy feet temptingly close to my prostrated body.

"Let the Games begin!" proclaimed Goddess Pauletta and with that, she "kick started" me in a circular motion, pushing me off with her heel planted on my face. For the first "round" of this game, I was actually permitted to view my Goddesses' fabulous feet, which, as I whirled around in a circle, appeared in a blur, my lips almost brushing those delectable toes and my eyes trying to keep them in focus as I tried to fight off the dizzy feeling in my head. The Wheel gradually began to slow down and the sea of feet surrounding me started to appear clearer in my vision. I prepared myself to identify my Goddess the instant the Wheel came to a stop – even a second later would be considered too late! I pressed my lips to the toes immediately in front of me and recognized them to be Goddess AnnJoan's. Thank goodness, I had "guessed" right! But then, I knew this was the easiest test and it was going to be getting tougher with every spin of the Wheel.

To prepare me for the next round, Goddess AnnJoan announced: "Doggie, this was just a warm up. From here on, you will be blindfolded so you may not be privileged to look at our feet. In this round, you may just lightly touch the feet with your hands to identify your mystery Goddess." And she promptly strapped the black blindfold tightly around my eyes. To make it even more difficult for me, my Goddesses rearranged themselves around the Wheel. All set, I was stabbed by a spiked heel in the back and set into motion again. This time, I could see nothing but just feel myself rotating amidst the eagerly awaiting circle of my dominas' feet above me. No sooner had the Wheel come to a stop than I instantly groped for the heels in front of me and cupped them in my hands. I was allowed only five seconds to identify my Goddess. Alas, I mistakenly identified them to be Goddess Pauletta instead of Goddess Sandi which aggravated both of them. "Well, that's STRIKE 1!" they announced to confirm my wrong guess for which they each lashed me 25 times across my back as punishment for my first mistake.

For the next "test", they ordered me up on my knees on the Wheel and swirled me around the circle. When I came to a stop, a pair of soles pushed against my throat and I maneuvered my lips over the toes and cradled the heels in my palms. Again, within the five seconds allowed, I had to take a wild guess – Goddess Purnie – and lucky for me, rightly so! Nonetheless, I was given 10 lashes just for the hell of it even though I guessed correctly! She then commanded to keep my hands by my side, wasting no time to set me up for the next round for which I could only use my mouth to suck on the toes and my tongue to taste them – no lookie or no touchy! With each round of these footgames, I was getting more nervous as my Goddesses made it more difficult for me to identify their feet. This time around, I stopped in front of the feet I so dreaded – Goddess Padma. I blindly licked and sucked those toes and arches as furiously as I could but in the five seconds deadline, I failed to guess them correctly, instead proclaiming them to be Goddess Kandi's. This angered Goddess Padma to unleash her tirade: "You still don't recognize your own stepmother's feet too well, do you? How many years have you spent down there at my feet and you still don't get it right?" She whipped me hard with her cruel braided leather whip several times before Goddess Kandi joined in: "Doggie, that's STRIKE 2 !" And they both merrily lashed away at my helpless body at least 50 times while the other Goddesses sadistically enjoyed my plight. When the lashing finally stopped, I could barely stay up on my knees and the footgames continued.

"OK, doggie, you have one more chance to prove your worth," said Goddess Kandi still playfully whipping me. Goddess Padma was still upset over my not recognizing her feet with just my tongue and decided not to allow even that and tightly gagged my mouth. Here I was on my knees, blindfolded and gagged, in the middle of eight Goddesses encircling me, awaiting an even harsher test of my ability to recognize them, this time only by the aroma of their feet!! Again, the Wheel was set in motion and as it came to rest, a pair of barefooted soles pressed against my nose and I breathed in their scent. All my Goddesses' feet smelled so good and so alike, this was my most trying test. But I took too much time to come up with my best guess and they announced that my five seconds were up! As soon as my blindfold and mouth gag were removed, I instantly hugged the feet planted on my face which I knew were none other than Goddess Gita. Oh no! I said to myself. Boy, am I in trouble now? Goddess Gita, besides being my stepsister, was extremely demanding about my absolute and total familiarity with every aspect of her feet and I had just disappointed her with my inability to identify them. She watched me nervously tongue her soles for a while, then spoke sternly without emotion: "That was STRIKE 3 and you are OUT! You do know what that means, don't you?"

My hands were shaking as I hugged her bare feet still resting on my face, planting innumerable kisses on the soles and licking her toes profusely as muted apology for my disappointing performance. Goddess Gita thoroughly relished my subservience at her feet, moving them around and watching my lips follow. My discomfort exacerbated the sadistic pleasures of all my dominas and as if on cue, they began cracking their whips all over my back and front and sides. Finally, Goddess Gita lifted her feet off my face and toward the floor and I eased them into her favorite single strap open toe 8 inch spike heels, all the while continuing to kiss them. Suddenly, she yanked up the leash to get me on all fours and ordered me off the Wheel and crawl to the center of the room. All my Goddesses got off their seats around the Wheel and headed toward me brandishing their favorite whips. I braced myself for the special torture session as a result of my deplorable display of foot guessing at the Wheel.

I nervously awaited on all fours for my Goddesses to congregate around me. Goddesses Sandi and Pauletta stood alongside on my left and Goddesses Kandi and AnnJoan on my right while Afsa and Purnie positioned themselves directly behind me. The mother-daughter duo of Goddesses Padma and Gita stood in front of me each holding me on a leash. I could not help but lower my head to their feet in absolute reverance as Goddess Padma taunted: "Since you struck out at the Wheel and your performance was so pathetic, you do know what's coming, don't you?" Goddess Gita sternly uttered:" Let the torture begin." It began to rain whips on me almost instantaneously from all directions. I could barely stay up on my knees with the lashes criss-crossing my chest and back and ass, some even landing my face. I bent down and cupped Goddess Padma's heels and profusely kissed each of her toes to beg for forgiveness and did the same with Gita's feet. Meanwhile, Goddesses Sandi and AnnJoan were pressing their sharp heels into my neck and Pauletta and Kandi were merrily whacking my entire back. My ass was sticking out in the air which made a good target for Afsa's kicks alternating with Purnie's heel stabs.

I tried to go around begging each of my eight Goddesses for forgiveness but the strength in my body was sapped and I could barely budge. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to sob uncontrollably. By the time I groveled at Goddess AnnJoan's feet, tears flowed freely from my eyes and her toes and arches were awash with them. Goddess Kandi motioned me to flip over on my back and the vicious whiplashes now were landing with greater frequency on my chest and stomach and groin and thighs. Goddesses Padma and Gita even had me "wash" their feet with my tears!!

After what seemed like an eternity, the lashes and the kicks slowed to a trickle and then stopped. My entire body from my head to ankles had been seared with numerous welts and heel marks. I was ordered back on all fours which I could barely manage. Goddesses Sandi and Pauletta supplanted themselves on my back and Kandi and AnnJoan stood alongside with Goddesses Afsa and Purnie just behind me. Finally, Goddesses Padma and Gita stood directly in front of me but facing away and I faced their heels as they began to walk toward the door to the bedroom adjacent to the "T" room. Looked like they were finally getting ready to go to bed!

There I was, on all fours in the middle of this "mock" procession, an epitome of degradation, carrying my precious duo of Goddesses Sandi and Pauletta astride my back, kissing the heels of Goddesses Padma and Gita at every step leading me by the leash in front of me, endeavoring to survive the vicious whiplashes of Goddesses AnnJoan and Kandi on my sides to keep me crawling and lastly, enduring the sharp stabbing kicks to my ass and thighs of Goddesses Afsa and Purnie behind me, constantly reminding me of what a bad doggie I had been today!!