The sinister looking "pit" located in one corner of the dreaded Torture Chamber is an oval shaped hole in the floor, like an oversized sunken bathtub, about four feet deep, just enough for my head to be at the level of my Goddesses' feet with me on my knees. The sides are about eight feet long and the curved ends about four feet wide. Tucked under the rim of the floor along the walls at either end are a couple of manacles mounted on a small rotary wheel-like device. At the whim of my tormentors, I am often commanded to suspend myself inside the Pit using the rings to hang by my hands and ankles and rotate myself to face up or down or sideways as if on a rotisserie grill! And do my Goddesses have a blast "barbecuing" me in the pit. But first, however, they were planning to use the Pit for my "courtroom" trial to condemn my misconduct while serving Goddess Afsa .

Goddess Pauletta had already briefed the others about my "misdeeds" while I was still painfully trudging toward the ominous Pit with Goddesses AnnJoan and Afsa astride my back. My other Goddesses had assembled around the Pit, impatiently awaiting my arrival and no sooner had I reached there, my two riders promptly joined them and I scurried to assume my kneeling position inside the Pit as the "accused". My eight resident Goddesses had appointed themselves specific designations during my trial and sat accordingly around the oval pit. Seated at the "prosecutors" end of the pit were Plaintiff Goddess AnnJoan and "key witness" Goddess Pauletta. Across from them were my two "interrogators", Goddesses Kandi and Purnie. Alongside the Pit was the fearsome triumvirate of my "judges", my stepmother Goddess Padma and my stepsister Goddess Gita seated on either side of Goddess Sandi who was also the Trial Coordinator. Seated between the judges and the prosecutors was Goddess Afsa, the "wronged victim", sexily lounging in her leather chair.

To complete the courtroom scenario, a few "guest" mistresses had also been invited to play the "jury" in this farce and they arrived just as my resident Goddesses were settling in their designated seats. Mistresses Andira and Cherilyn, frequent invitees to the DOG POUND on several special occasions such as this, were the first to arrive soon followed by Mistress Angie, an occasional visitor and Mistress Ritzi, a first time invitee. I planted welcoming kisses on each of my "guest" Mistresses' feet as they took their place on the "Jurors' couch" directly across from the "Judges' sofa". In the midst of them all, down in the pit on my knees, I was totally surrounded by twelve foot goddesses who were about to put me through the wringer in a "mock trial" to try me for my "crimes". The entire setup had an aura of a formal court proceeding yet such a sham since the outcome was already known to all even before the trial began! And I, as their devoted footslave, am not to ever question my Goddesses' decision or judgement under any circumstance.

I placed my head at Chief Judge Sandi's feet as she clicked her spike heel on the floor like a gavel to formally open the proceedings amidst a hush of silence: "The court is now in session to begin the trial of footslave doggie. Prosecutor AnnJoan will begin with her charges." I moved over from Judge Sandi's feet to the Prosecutor's corner and hugged Goddess AnnJoan's heels and she articulated one false charge after another.

"Upon returning from my outing, I happened to walk into the "love" room and was shocked to see this no good sex starved wretch huddled over Afsa's crotch, furiously licking her pussy, his tongue deep inside her and his lips wrapped tightly around it," accused Goddess AnnJoan. "Why, he even ignored my arrival into the room and carried on with his disgusting act of sexual misconduct until I literally had to yank him off Afsa's crotch!" AnnJoan continued with her outright lies to recount how I had also "attacked" Goddess Pauletta's pussy along with Afsa's before she came to their "rescue". To fortify AnnJoan's blatant false charges, Goddess Pauletta jumped in to remark: "And this slobbering sex slut thought he would get away with it since Afsa and I were quite engrossed in our love play and hoped we would not notice. Why, at one time, he even caressed my pussy while licking Afsa's!" There was an uneasy hush among the rest of my Goddesses as they weighed the impact of these trumped up charges by AnnJoan and Pauletta and I sensed their tempers building up. As horrified as I was by these gross and deliberate fibs, I knelt helplessly at the feet of my two accusers wondering if I'd ever get a chance to tell my version of the events and the truth about how I had been forced to perform this dastardly act however much I resisted.

Goddess Afsa, ever ready to play her role as the "innocent victim", evoked the court's sympathy by faking sighs of relief from how she was nearly "raped" by my tongue even to the extent of pretending to sob and shedding a few crocodile tears! I think she deserved an Oscar for her acting performance! I was promptly commanded to comfort her delicate toes and profusely apologize.

Goddess Sandi finally interjected: " Thank you, AnnJoan and Pauletta, for delineating the serious charges against footslave doggie and the trauma he has caused Afsa. Now, it's time to interrogate the accused." This was my cue to waddle across the pit to the other end where Goddesses Kandi and Purnie were anxiously waiting to grill me with their questions. Under their watchful eyes, I silently made it over to the duo and dutifully placed my forehead between their feet with due reverence, hoping they would give me a chance to explain my act but they were obviously in no mood for that! My interrogators Kandi and Purnie pushed my face up and instantly shoved one shoe each into my mouth till their spiked heels were deep down my throat! Then Goddess Kandi pushed my head further back and pressed her other shoe against my chin and stabbed my throat with her sky high heel. Meanwhile, Goddess Purnie jabbed her other shoe on my forehead. By now, I was bent over backwards almost 90 degrees and struggled to grasp the manacles along the sides of the Pit to try keep my balance. From the corner of my eye, I could feel the stern cold piercing glares of my two "interrogators" who were really not interested in my explanation. Nonetheless, with two heels stuck inside my mouth and two more pressing down on my head and throat, Goddess Kandi asked me to explain my earlier misconduct with Afsa and Pauletta.

There was no way I could utter a single word! Heck, I was hardly able to breathe with the heels choking me inside and outside my mouth. I made a feeble attempt to speak but only garbled sounds emanated which enticed them to toy with me further. They alternated their feet in my mouth and continued to torment me as I gasped for air. After what seemed like an eternity, they removed their feet from my mouth and off my face and rested them on the floor in front of me and I hastily hugged them, thankful to be relieved. While I was still catching my breath, Goddess Kandi announced that since I did not respond to her question, my "silence" was an admission of guilt. I felt so frustrated I wanted to cry! Then, just as suddenly, they summarily dismissed me from their presence with a sharp kick to my chest.

Goddess Sandi next ordered me to crawl over to the Jurors' couch where my four "guest" Mistresses had been viewing the proceedings with avid interest. "Ladies of the Jury, have you reached a verdict?" Sandi queried. They said they had indeed and each of the four "jurors" was ready to announce her verdict separately, starting with Mistress Angie. I knelt in front of her and licked each of her toes as she smiled wryly and declared: "GUILTY on every count as charged." Mistress Ritzi was thoroughly bemused with the farcical proceedings during her first visit to the DOG POUND and was the next to announce her verdict. Without hesitation, she also pronounced me guilty. Then followed Mistress Cherilyn who took her own sweet time to watch me grovel at her feet before wiggling her toes for my eager mouth to suck as she pronounced me guilty. Last was the veteran Mistress Andira and she relished her role today as the Lead Juror. She watched me gently hold her heels in my hands and moisten each of her toes with my lips, then made the ultimate announcement: "I pronounce this toesucker GUILTY on every count and we have a unanimous decision. We, the jury, therefore recommend the harshest punishment yet to ensure this pathetic sex slut never gets out of line again!" This was Andira's moment of glory and she loved all the attention. She summoned her fellow jurors to join in an impromptu display of my subjugation by having them all hang out their bare feet and ordered me to wipe clean their naked soles with my tongue while they flailed them in front of my face vying for my attention. My resident Goddesses snickered aloud at this spontaneous show of my utter humiliation by the visiting Mistresses. It was a special treat for Mistress Ritzi on her maiden visit to the DOG POUND to participate with the veteran Mistresses in my gross subservience at their collective feet which, by now, were dripping wet with my saliva.

At last, Mistress Cherilyn pointed to their shoes and ordered me to place their moist feet back in them. Once done, she had me turn around to face my three judges seated across from them and motioned me to extend my arms on the floor near their feet, head bent back and palms facing up. She and Mistress Andira, seated together in the middle of the couch, used my head and shoulders as their footrest. Mistresses Ritzi and Angie, seated on either side, rested their feet on my open palms. Seeing me on my knees in the Pit, two feet in each of my palms, one foot on each of shoulders and two feet resting on my face, I looked so ridiculous in this posture, they all burst out laughing out loud, obviously delighted with my extended degradation. When they had their fill of a hearty laugh, Goddess Sandi snapped her fingers to beckon me to the judges' sofa.

I gingerly eased myself from under my guest Mistresses' heels and lunged across to the trio of judges lounging comfortably on the couch. Goddess Sandi was in the middle, flanked by my stepmother, Goddess Padma and my stepsister, Goddess Gita, who had not spoken much during the proceedings thus far. Either they were quite content with watching my continual debasement by the others or maybe, they were just building up steam to blow up into a fiery rage they were so well known for! And now, the moment of truth had arrived for them to issue their judgement and sentence and I was extremely nervous about my imminent fate, my hands shaking as I cupped their heels and assumed my usual reverential posture before them.

Goddess Sandi arose from the couch to announce the judges' decision which was a mere formality. "We, the judges, find you GUILTY on all charges of sexual offenses and are in complete agreement with the jury's verdict. You will now be sentenced to your punishment by your beloved stepmother, Goddess Padma and her daughter and your stepsister, Goddess Gita." With that, Sandi moved aside to let my two premiere dominatrixes take charge and I shuffled over to present myself at their feet for my sentencing.

Goddess Padma spoke first, her every word cut through me like a knife. "Never ever have I seen such gross sexual misconduct as yours today, you rotten excuse for a foot licking slavedog!! How dare you embarrass me with such shocking behavior? Is this how you learned to respect and serve your divine Goddesses when I raised you at my feet since you were a mere poodle?" Her voice was getting louder and her anger exacerbated her stern looks. Goddess Gita asked teasingly of Padma: " Mother, what punishment have you planned for this despicable scumbag so he never breaks any of the Commandments again?" I could not believe the next three words from my stepmother.

"TEN THOUSAND LASHES," Goddess Padma announced tersely without emotion. "I hereby sentence our pussy licking sex slut to TEN THOUSAND LASHES!" I could not believe my ears – in all the years as their devoted and dedicated footslave I had never been sentenced to such a harsh punishment and that too, on trumped up charges of wrongdoing! I completely broke down and sobbed uncontrollably at Goddess Padma's feet, cupping her heels in the palms of my hands and tears trickling down my cheeks on to her toes. "You will be tortured by each of your Goddesses individually, in pairs and groups as well as en masse by all of us together. You are really going to wish you were dead by the time your sentence is completed!" said Padma in conclusion and kicked me in the face and pushed me towards my stepsister's feet. "Here, daughter dear, you can have this scumbag now!"

Goddess Gita crossed her legs and dangled one shoe in the air. I tried to kiss her toes but she toyed with me moving her foot around just to frustrate me further. Finally, she stepped on my neck and trapped my head under her heel to render me motionless at her other foot resting on the floor. She started where her mother left off. Showing her penchant for sadism and strict discipline, she sentenced me to even harsher terms. "OK shithead, now remember, I want you to count each and every one of the ten thousand lashes of your sentence and if your count is higher than what I think it should be, I will add one thousand lashes more to your sentence every time you goof up! And, while you are serving your sentence, you will not be allowed to have a morsel of food or even a sip of water. Padma and I and the rest of your Goddesses here cannot wait to begin torturing you with the umpteen whips and lashes and canes and crops and paddles while you grovel and squirm." She finished with a hard foot slap to my cheeks and pointed me to Goddess Sandi's feet, indicating she was done with me. No wonder Goddesses Padma and Gita are the most feared and revered mother/daughter duo of bitch goddesses any footslave could ever be privileged to serve.

I returned to Goddess Sandi's feet. "Well, I am sure we are all eager to begin with the punishment phase, so without much further ado, I declare this trial over and the court is adjourned," she proclaimed. With that formal announcement, Goddess Sandi stomped her heel on the floor like a gavel to signal the end my trial and the beginning of my long and harsh punishment that now awaited me.