On My Knees Before A Social Sadist

On my knees before a social sadist

1.

I decided to stay for the summer in Kyiv. After completing my first year, I did not want to return home to my small, seedy town.. of course, I liked it and all that, but now, having drunk the sweets from the life of a big city, I don't want to go back.

My name is Zhenya, I recently turned 18 years old. In the capital I'm studying to be a translator and I'm doing very well! I did not expect that the university would be so good, because I heard a lot from older friends about how badly they teach at universities. Maybe I'm just lucky to get into a very good one? True, I did not enter the budget and the university was not a state one. My parents foresaw this, and long before that they raised money for my education. I spent the entire first year in the student accommodation, not experiencing any problems with money at all. But now, when in normal way I had to return home I decided to stay and I needed to find a job in order to pay for the student accommodation myself.

I lived in a room with two more girls, their names were Anya and Marina, both of them were three or four years older than me, finishing their bachelor's degree. I really hoped that they would also go home for the summer, but as it turned out, the girls also decided to stay, concentrating on their work. Both of them worked in some large office on one of the highest floors. They got this job recently, and I'm willing to bet they only got it for their beauty. Yes, the girls were incredibly attractive, both blondes with bright big eyes. And I'm not even talking about the body, any girl would envy such figures. By the way, I'm a lesbian myself. I have never liked men, although I do not feel any negative feelings towards them. I have a couple of boys I know and one good gay friend with whom we text from time to time. Although, to be honest, I don't really believe that he is gay :)

- Zhenya, is it your turn to clean the room today? - Marina asked lazily, looking away from the phone. She lay on the bed.

- Oh, yes, I forgot a little, I'll start now.

- Come on now girl, otherwise Anya will come soon and then you will not have time for cleaning at all.

Umm... by the way, quite recently I started to notice very interesting tendencies in myself... How would I describe them correctly.. Here, for example, just now. Marina did not very politely told me that I should start cleaning. We weren't good friends and we didn't talk about anything very often. We were strangers who just lived in the same room, at least I imagined it myself. Nevertheless, and this was not the first time, Marina allowed herself to talk to me like that... And, yes, I'm not some weakling who can't stand up for herself! But! Back to what I wanted to say. When Marina approached me for the first time a few days ago in this way, I immediately felt a small tickle in my stomach. I didn't feel pain, on the contrary, pleasure began to emanate from that place, smoothly flowing lower and lower. Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about. For some reason, this appeal began to excite me. I don't know why it started to happen right now, but as soon as I began to see some kind of injustice, rudeness with my own eyes.. something unpleasant, I immediately lost control of myself. So I decided to ask:

- What do you mean "there will be no time for cleaning"?

She looked away from the phone again in displeasure and with an expression on her face, as if "what don't you understand?" answered:

- When the three of us are here, imagine how uncomfortable it will be if you also wipe everything here and sweep. Complete lunacy. What about mopping the floors? Wash under our beds? Even now I don't really want you to crawl here next to me, but it's you who forgot to clean up in the morning when there was nobody.

- Really, - I said, feeling more and more aroused, - please forgive me.

Marina looked at me, not very accustomed to this behavior of mine. You see, in everyday life I am very strict, self-confident and conflicted person. I enjoy taking on challenges and solving problems. And until that moment, Marina and Anya both knew this very well, and I saw in their eyes that they did not love me very much. Perhaps that is why my last words surprised Marina. But she kept silent.

Somehow before, I could not imagine in any way that Marina would attract me sexually. Although she was very beautiful (very!), But I did not like people of her type. She was rude, violent, cruel and arrogant. I heard that she liked to play pranks and mock others at the first opportunity. But now, trying to steal a glance at her with peripheral vision, I really wanted to somehow please her. I was still a little embarrassed that she might make fun of me too, but at that very moment I wanted just that. The only thing that stopped me was that if I didn't act very wisely, it could change my life here for the worse. Marina will definitely try to use this weakness of mine to the fullest. So I figured I'd just give in a little bit for her if I could. Somewhere I'll flatter more and all sorts of things like that. After all, for my simple, unnecessary last gratitude, I received a lot of pleasure. I also liked her reaction, but Marina still did not fully understand how much I had changed.

At that time, I was sitting and watching videos on YouTube from my laptop. After Marina's remark, I immediately got up and went into the corridor to take a broom. I liked that I quickly reacted to the words of my cohabitant and immediately began to clean up. When I returned to the room with the broom, I immediately felt a gaze on me. My roommate studied me curiously. But as soon as I got to work, she returned to the screen of her phone again.

After some time, I noticed that Marina was lying on the bed with bare feet. I think I do not have a foot fetish, but another thought aroused me. I imagined how humiliating it would be if someone like Marina ordered me to kiss her dirty feet. And they were very dirty. She walked barefoot around the room, a lot of rubbish stuck to her sole and one rather large piece of paper... I came closer to my neighbor, continuing to sweep and said:

- I noticed some paper stuck to your foot.

Marina immediately looked at her sole and carefully tore it off. But what she did after that totally blew me away. Instead of throwing this piece of paper in the trash, she shamelessly, holding it with her two fingers, threw it on the floor right under my nose.

- You clean anyway, just sweep, - she said, ignoring me.

- Uh-huh, - I answered, bending over and picking up a piece of paper with my hand, - I'll go right now and take it to the trash.

- Umm, I don't need to know that.

- Yeah sorry.

- Pfft, - she couldn't help but laugh a little.

Barely restraining myself, I slipped out of the room and ran to the toilet. Having closed, I immediately brought this dirty piece of paper right to my nose and began to sniff diligently, imagining Marina's bare foot. Okay...maybe I have a little foot fetish... The paper was very dirty, gray, in places black from the debris that had collected on it. I examined it more carefully and realized that it was a piece from a pack of chocolates that Marina ate yesterday. For some reason, an image flashed in my mind of her holding that candy wrapper in her hand, her nails with a beautiful pink manicure. I immediately remembered the sound of how she chewed disgustingly, completely ignoring everyone who was around at that moment. At that moment, yesterday I was just translating a book that was assigned to me for the summer and it was very difficult for me to concentrate. Yesterday I hated Marina with all my heart, wishing she would go home and leave me here alone, but right now I was sniffing a dirty piece of paper that a few seconds ago was stuck to the sole of her foot along with all sorts of crumbs, dust particles and dirt. I began to sniff even harder and then it occurred to me to taste this piece of paper. I gently stuck out my tongue and ran it a little over piece of paper. There was almost no taste, I only felt dirt on my tongue. I really wanted to catch at least a little bit of her bare salty foot...

At that moment, I heard the doors of our room open. In a panic, I hastily threw the paper into the toilet, immediately regretting it. It happened out of fear. Marina, most likely went to smoke on the balcony. I returned to the empty room. Realizing how excited I was, I hurriedly ran to Marina's bed, bending down. I took her dirty shoes out from under the bed with my hand and immediately began to sniff them. But she can come back at any moment! What did I think? As soon as I started to rise from my knees, I heard with horror that the doors were opening behind me:

- What are you doing next to my bed? - Marina asked discontentedly.

- I'm sweeping, I just reached under the bed, - I improvised, - you were just coming out and so I won't bother you with cleaning.

- Oh, right. Well, did you finish there?

- One more second.

I quickly swept near her bed and let her pass. When I walked away, I was sure that I noticed a smirk on Marina's face. When I finished with the broom, I went to the bathroom and got a mop there, wet it and began to mop the floor. All the time while washing, I did not stop throwing stealthy glances at the bare feet of my roommate. At the moment when I was again near her bed, I really wanted to kneel in front of her, and therefore again, under the pretext that I wanted to wash the floor under her bed, I knelt down. At some point, my face was a few centimeters from her feet, I even managed to catch a faint pleasant smell that emanated from them. I still didn't get up from my knees and crawled to the other side of the bed. Marina smiled and looked at me.

- What? - I asked.

- Nothing.

- I just haven't wiped it off this side yet.

- Careful with my shoes, they're out there somewhere.

- Fine.

My hand touched her shoes several times and every time I got goosebumps all over my body. I've always been a bit introverted and try to keep my distance from people in many ways. Therefore, such seemingly small moments as the hand touching someone's shoes meant a lot to me. It seemed to burst my bubble of comfort immediately. Getting up from my knees and moving away from Marina, I imagined myself as her slave.. I'm sure that a girl like her would make me work 24/7, not at all regretting it. The way she doesn't give a damn about other people, and that's what turned me on about her. In addition, I have not yet been lucky enough to develop a great sense of justice in myself, I always light up very strongly when I see some kind of dishonesty. I just can't sit back and take action right away. I wonder what happens if, at a moment like this, I try to suppress it in myself and succumb to the temptation to go over to the.. bad side?

But still, I really cherished who I am in reality. I'm not ready to make such sacrifices. I decided that I would allow myself only "small defeats" in order to gargle my nerves a little and that's it. Right now I was looking for a job and, to tell the truth, I had already found several options. It was a job as a saleswoman in various stores, mostly in bookshops. But I kept putting off the moment when I had to call and negotiate, I didn't want to talk on the phone while someone was with me in the room. I had to go out to the balcony and talk there. A certain Yulia was recorded in the contacts. I already had a little work experience and I knew that such calls were quick and fairly painless. I listened to the beeps and looked at the landscape of the city in front of me. Everything here was so different...

- Hello? - Asked from the other side a pleasant woman voice.

- Hello, I'm calling about the job. I want to work in your bookstore, I have already sent my profile to the post office, the name is Zhenya.

- Wait a little.. - followed by a few seconds of silence, - yeah, I see. Zhenya, 18... Did you write that you already have work experience? At such a young age?

- Yes, I worked as a tutor and for several months I replaced one of my girlfriends in the supermarket.

- So, you know how the box office works?

- Yes.

- Great. First of all, we need to meet face to face. Are you free tomorrow?

- Yes.

- Then come to the indicated store at 11 am, see how everything works for us and I will show you what's what. And then we'll decide the rest.

- Okay, I'll be there.

- Great, see you tomorrow.

As I thought, everything went smoothly enough. The only problem was that this store was located almost on the other side of the city from me. I had to take the metro for almost half an hour, plus the road to the metro itself took about twenty minutes. In short, it will take an hour just to come to work... Suddenly, I heard the doors opening behind me.

- Have you finally decided to find a job? - Marina asked, taking out a cigarette.

Oh well, I didn't know she was eavesdropping. But I think I almost didn't care.

- Well, yes, I decided to stay here for the summer, so I had to find something.

- And what did you find? - Marina asked smiling for some reason.

I suddenly felt ashamed to tell her about it.

- Uh.. a sales assistant in a bookstore...

- Is it true? What bookstore?

- The one in the Republic (shopping center).

- Too far. You will spend a lot of time traveling back and forth. Was there anything closer?

- It's just a good salary.

- Well suit yourself.

She started smoking. I thought that it would be a good time for me to return to the room, but then the thought occurred to me how I could humiliate myself even more.

- Where do you work? - I asked, even though I knew everything perfectly.

- Oh, this is one of the newly built large offices in the city center.

I remembered one episode when I just arrived in Kyiv and decided to take a walk to the center, to see the beauties of the city. And I wandered into one of those wealthy areas where only rich people lived, there were skyscrapers all around, advertisements and all that. I remember that at that time I clearly saw the difference between the people who lived there and everyone else. Those people always held the phone to their ear, were very important and busy in appearance. It seemed that they live in some completely different world. I also saw servants there, butlers, old men in suits, who opened and held the doors of houses. In their faces, I could read features that are already more familiar to me...

- Wow, what are you doing there?

- Oh, I'm just making sure the juniors do their jobs. I have a program there that shows who should do what. And if someone shirks, then I immediately see it. I then need to call them and ask what's the matter. In short, nothing complicated.

- And how much do you get for it?

- 60 thousand UAH. (1 624,17 $)

My mouth opened involuntarily. 60 thousand?

- How many hours do you work?

- Well, we have a 12-hour day, but they let me go earlier, I work no more than 8.

I also had to have a 12-hour day with a 3/3 schedule. But my salary at best would be 10 thousand a month. I was very saddened by such an injustice, but at the same moment some kind of trigger worked in me and I began to feel very uncomfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked again at Marina, who was blowing smoke next to me, and suddenly felt that I should be grateful for the honor of just standing next to her, as if she were some kind of celebrity. I was not sure that even after graduating from the university I would be able to earn as a translator such sums as she has now...

- With such a salary, it is really a pleasure to live. I don't know how I ever managed without this money. Just yesterday, Anya and I went shopping and bought so many different things that most of them had to be left in my girlfriend's apartment, as they won't fit here, - she said, turning to me, exhaling smoke right in my face, - I know what do you think, why then am I still living here in the dorm? The answer is very simple, Anya and I are raising money for a very large house, which we will move into, if everything is in order, somewhere in 3-4 months.

At first I was glad that they would eventually leave me, but at the same time I understood that I would not live alone for long, a replacement for them would be found very quickly. However, besides this, for some reason I didn't want them to leave... With this perversion recently discovered in myself, it suddenly became unusually pleasant for me to share a room with them. Especially taking into account the fact that from now on I was going to allow them to wipe their feet on me more frequently...

- I see, I hope everything works out for you, - I said, already opening the doors to the exit.

- Of course it will. But, to be honest, I will miss our cleanings. It was very convenient to have a third person, in the new house we will probably have to hire some kind of maid, - she said more to herself.

I returned to the room with the thought that I would be their maid in the new house. It was a very dangerous fantasy, but it even made my knees bend. I imagined myself on my knees, cleaning the toilet, while Anya and Marina were standing next to me preparing for a party. They would put on makeup in front of the mirror, laughing at how pathetic I was along the way. I was especially turned on because I thought that this was a rightful place in a big city for a provincial like me, that I was not destined to achieve anything significant and that I would always be just a servant to various rich people. And that I should be immensely grateful for this, take it not for granted, but as my highest achievement.

2.

I hate the subway. Very noisy. Very very very noisy. At first, I could not even stand it and had to cover my ears with my hands. If I get hired, I will have to use it very often. I don't know, maybe I will need to buy earplugs?

I got off at the station I needed and went upstairs. I really liked this area, because there were almost no high-rise buildings, quite a market area, cut by many wide roads. Here I could fully concentrate on my thoughts and properly prepare for my little interview. My shopping center Republic was already visible in the distance. I passed two traffic lights and a fair amount of meters, and soon found myself in the right place. I walked through the automatically opening wide doors and started up the escalator. The mall was huge and it was very easy to get lost in it. There was a map on the Internet with all the shops inside, so it was not difficult for me to find the bookstore I needed.

The shop was small, there were few bookcases. I was even surprised that in such a huge shopping center there was such a meager bookstore. There was a girl about my age standing at the cash register, I went up to her and decided to say hello:

- Hello, I called you on the ad. You said to come meet here today.

She looked away from her phone.

- Umm.. no, I work here. Wait, I'll call.

The girl quickly dialed a number and brought it to her ear:

- Yulia, the girl probably came to you, - she turned to me, - are you Zhenya?

- Yes.

- She says yes. Uh-huh, I understand, okay, - she ended the call, - wait a bit, Yulia is already coming. Take a look at our assortment for now, learn books.

- Fine.

That pleasant itch again. Even though I addressed her with "you" (meaning "they"), she still called me with "you" (meaning singular). In addition, she had a somewhat contemptuous look towards me. I noticed her appearance and realized that she was quite attractive. Small in stature, big ass, there really wasn't any breasts at all, but there were cute pigtails on her head. Plus she had quite a bright make-up. I looked sideways at her big ass and I really wanted to kneel in front of her and kiss her. Suddenly she took her head away from the phone and looked at me: