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Jasmine’s Fall	By : Yagamilight Category: -Misc Cartoons > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 3194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Epilogue
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Part 3

- Come on Princess, show me a little more enthusiasm. Lick better between my toes! -

- Yes Aya, as you wish -

What was left of the powerful and spoiled princess? This is what would have wondered who had witnessed that scene, who would have seen a humble servant, lying comfortably on the future ruler's bed, giving an order to her own Lady, now totally out of control. A princess now slave to her drives and of that girl who had grown up with her, serving her, day after day.

Jasmine would never have imagined that the little girl who had arrived at the royal palace with a look full of fear, after having been abandoned on the street and having suffered who knows what abuse, would one day succeed in what the sultan had failed: to bend the spoiled princess Jasmine to her will, making her more docile than a puppy dog.

Not even in her dream Aya could never have imagined something so wonderful, and yet...
"Here we are" the young servant thought, while amused she observed the princess at the foot of her own bed, licking her soles without a moment of rest, almost with ferocity... and devotion.

As always, Jasmine tried not to think about how humiliating it was what she was doing, how low she had fallen, how quickly she had gotten used to that situation, to that strange taste and smell. But by now the princess had lost count of how many times she had worshiped her own servant's feet, which had become her obsession and even in her dreams her beautiful face, once the wonder of Arabia, it was constantly under those divine feet, as if it was made just for that purpose.

- I said to lick better between my toes! - Aya said nervously, trapping the princess's tongue between her big and second toe, while the princess clumsily tried to apologize.

Aya burst out laughing at that pathetic sight and, after freeing Jasmine's tongue, she enjoyed watching the princess's efforts to obey, desperately licking between her servant's toes, cleaning with her tongue and eating any traces of dirt she found. No hesitation, no complaints.

Jasmine couldn't help but make Aya happy, obey her. She couldn't take the risk of making her servant angry with her, the only person she could give her what she wanted, the only thing she was worth living for. As long as Aya was the exclusive owner of her orgasms, Jasmine could not help but be docile as a dog and hope that the girl, no, the Goddess, would grant her the chance to lie under her feet and have the long-awaited orgasm.

Aya obviously did not grant that privilege easily, she knew she holds all the cards and she never missed an opportunity to use the princess as a servant, reversing their roles. But Jasmine couldn't blame her for it, Aya had been a servant all her life and it was normal for her to be intoxicated by that unexpected power.

The princess still did not understand why her body was doing that to her, why her orgasms were bonded to the feet of that girl with golden hair, but over the days she had stopped asking herself those questions. Obeying, worshiping Aya and hoping for an orgasm, those were the only things that mattered. And so the princess had smelled, kissed and licked those feet for hours and she would have done whatever Aya asked her, careless of what was going on in the Palace in those days.

Someone began to notice that the princess left her chambers less and less, that she spent much more time with one of her servants, but few really cared. The sultan himself thought that it was another phase of the princess's troubled life. This new Jasmine wasn't that bad after all, she seemed peaceful, more silent and certainly less spoiled. The girl had not even complained when her father had told her, once again, that she had to find a husband, that the relationship with Aladdin had been just a beautiful fairy tale but it was now time to return to reality and do her duties as princess.

- Princess ..." Jasmine had begun to hate that word, that life apparently so perfect , a life that every other girl would have dreamed of having.

Aya was right, her words made perfect sense. The more Jasmine thought about them, the more she believed that her servant really understood what she felt, that being a princess was just a burden, a golden cage after all

“Isn't it much easier now? Isn't it more relaxing to forget, even for a single moment, that you are a princess and try to be what you truly are and not what others want you to be? Doing only what brings you pleasure... "

Aya's words had stuck in the young princess's mind, those words that her servant had said as the princess under her feet had the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Aya was right, life was so much easier now. Jasmine only had to wait for the young servant to arrive in her rooms and then she would take care of everything. Follow Aya's orders, that was the secret to happiness… to pleasure. And that was what Jasmine had did, everytime the servant walked through the doors of her rooms. A snap of a finger, nothing more was needed, and Jasmine already knew what to do.

The princess always stopped what she was doing and ran towards that Goddess who had come to save her from unhappiness. After humbly prostrating herself at her feet, Jasmine used to plead:

- Please, Aya, can I have the honor of kissing your feet today? - Then the princess lowered her gaze and anxiously awaited the response of her servant. If she was lucky, Aya would put a foot on her head, that meant that she could worship her, that she could have an orgasm that day, if she was good enough at serving her. If, on the other hand, Aya had other commitments, she would give her a light kick and after telling her something, she would go away, leaving the princess alone and desperate.

"But Aya is a good Mistress, it is rare that she does not grant me the honor of worshiping her magnificent feet" Jasmine thought, returning to reality and making her tongue dance between Aya's feet, before being scolded again, almost without paying attention to that powerful word that had now made its way into her brain: "Mistress".

- Isn't it wonderful to leave all the worries of being a princess outside that door? - Aya said pushing Jasmine's face in the direction of the door, with her foot, of course.

- Yes Ay ... -The princess tried to say before her servant put her big toe in her mouth and prevented her from speaking.

Jasmine sucked, again and again, time seemed to have been stopped and her desire grew more and more.

- Please Aya, can I have an orgasm? It's been about ten days since the last... - Jasmine's words were quite understandable, despite Aya's big toe in her mouth.

-Hmm...- the girl with golden hair seemed to think about that for a few seconds, then she got up of bed and, after snapping a finger, she said:

- Here, little princess -

Filled with happiness, Jasmine crawled fast at Aya's feet and, lying on her back, she looked up, anxiously hoping to see her servant's foot approach her face. But this did not happen.

- Please, Aya, please! -

- What would you do to have my foot in your face? What would you do for an orgasm? - Aya asked, looking down on the pathetic princess.

- Anything, Aya, please! - Jasmine answered, more and more desperate, more and more eager for that orgasm that had finally seemed so close to her.

- Anything ? You have to be a little more specific, little princess -

- Anything ... I'll kiss and lick your feet whenever you want, I'll clean them when they're dirty, I'll smell them when they're stinky -

- But you already do this, and all these are things you like. You love my feet, that's why you can only have an orgasm with them on your face. Tell me something you'd do just for me, for my sole benefit - Aya smiled, she knew the princess was on the edge, just a little push would be enough.

- Whatever you ask me to do - Jasmine tried, hoping it was the answer Aya wanted.

- Like a sort of servant? Like a slave? - the blonde girl approached her foot to the princess's face, it was now almost touching her delicate nose.

- Ye..yes! Please… your foot - Jasmine was panting now

- Being my slave and no longer a princess? Is that what you want ? Is this how you would like everyone to see you? -

- Yes, a slave ... your slave -

And just as Jasmine said those words and Aya put her foot on her face, finally bringing her to orgasm, the girl with the golden hair said:

- Jafar, did you hear it? I have her consent, it's time for my second wish ”
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