?What do you think? she asked me, ?can you smell it?? ?No.? I lied, feeling a hint of the vinegar-like odour. She moved the tiny and beautifully curve... foot closer to my face. I could see a spot of sweat on the ball just below the reinforced toe part. ?Still nothing?? she asked. ?No.? I insisted. ?Gee, I think he is right? she said, turning to her friend. ?Because I’m a woman, my feet actually don’t smell at all!? Her friend laughed. ?And now?? she said mock seriously as she placed her sole. Ingra was a monster, she knew of three people cursed by the black-hearted whore and dozens of others who had lost everything because of the evil Ingra had sewn over the past year. The final straw was Catti, the young orphan girl was found wandering in one of the wards, beaten and bruised she had been used in a rotevane. The ritual was gruesome, the point of it to remove the soul from a living person. That soul would be bound to the one performing the ritual, feeding them their ethereal power. ”Sandra knew that was extremely unlikely and realised that Lucy really had taken over all discipline in the house.Lucy saw that Sandra had accepted the transfer of control and added, “I’ll be sleeping in your bedroom from now on.”Sandra was aghast and asked in a worried tone, “Where will I be sleeping?”Lucy smiled as she said, “With me. I need you to thank me for caning you, and I think we both have feelings for each other that are best dealt with by sharing a bed and each other.”Sandra was. “So, big party tonight?”She smiled at me. “You bet, and I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve been saving some money because I sooo need some new clothes, and now I should have enough to buy a party dress I like.”We chatted about this and that, and then she looked over at me. “Can I ask you a question Mister A? A kind of personal question?”“Sure honey.” I assured her. “But I think you’re old enough to cut out the Mister A stuff and start calling me Tony. What are you, sixteen now?”She nodded..