Vanni was in my every thought, breath, heartbeat and now in my room so that I felt as if I were being consumed by her. My problem was that I liked it ...ut wanted her consumed with me too and I just knew that she would drop me as a friend if I told her my secret. But all that changed after that night.I had rolled out my sleeping bag as I always did and performed my before-bed things. Vanni was returning to her house tomorrow as the rest of her carpet was drying that very evening. We went to bed. With a loud startled cry she plummeted, her backside landing with a bump on a chute as she continued to travel down fast. Her skirt bunched around the base of her buttocks while she rocketed down the twisting chute. The journey only fleeting seconds, not time for her terror struck mind to comprehend what was happening. Abruptly she was disgorged from the chute, freefalling for a flash before her feet hit a large cushion filled with air. Her legs buckled beneath her as the cushion closed about. ..........." she giggled cruely and starts to examine her shoes.After looking at her shoes she exclaimed "there you go slave you missed this filth inside the cavity at metal tip of my right heel" and to my horror it was there I was pale in sheer terror "now I tell you the way to clean it cup my heel in your mouth fill it with your sliva to moistion the filth and then rub it withyour tounge until it comes out completely, you do this in mean timeI think your punishment " ordered my mistress. As soon as I somehow started to see some light at the end of the tunnel something else happened. Maybe I should have not been so eager to come here. The evil doings of my own father and his schemes had caused the death of that boy, but I was the reason. I did not know him, but I felt ultimately responsible for his death. Was I worth all this? Would my mother be still alive if she didn’t have me? Or maybe instead of me if she had a girl that meant nothing to my father, could not inherit..