VerCauteren, K. C., Burke, P. W., Phillips, G. E., Fischer, J. W., Seward, N. W., Wunder, B. A., et al. (2007). Elk use of wallows: Implications for disease transmission. Journal of Wildlife Diseases, 43(4), 784–788. Sigurdson, C., Williams, E. S., Miller, M. W., Spraker, T. R., O’Rourke, K. I., & Hoover, E. A. (1999). Oral transmission and early lymphoid tropism of chronic wasting disease in mule deer fawns ( Odocoileus hemionus). Journal of General Virology, 80(10), 2757–2764. I led her, in that degrading way , in the big guest room which had been adequately prepared for her, but as soon as she put her feet in the room Charlotte said arrogantly:

Oh I almost forgot - she said stopping abruptly - There are pictures that may interest you, look good around - and with a last giggle she was gone.Yes Mistress - i murmured with a faint voice , not understanding why she was treating me so rudely.

You have to change the sheets - she said when she saw me, then she added - It was told to me that you have a very useful tongue, let's see if it's true. Clean my boots, I want them shine when you finish -I heard that this little slave loves feet, so I thought that you might like what I have prepared for you - That request took me by surprise because I had done almost all the work but I didn’t want to start our cohabitation on the wrong foot .

With eyes full of tears I could no longer endure her piercing eyes and I looked on the ground, beaten and humiliated again. I shook my head to try to remove those absurd thoughts and I wondered again if I was a lesbian. In the past I had never had that kind of thought for another girl . And then why I now found myself almost drooling for the body of a person who I deeply despised, a person who feel an immense joy humiliating me ? Higher up in the wall there were pictures of the old me, Victoria Thomas lifted a trophy, Victoria Thomas with the cheerleaders, Victoria Thomas who smiled at the edge of a swimming pool, Victoria Thomas around Europe. Below instead there were the most recent photographs, photos that I even did not know existed. In some photos I could see myself sitting on the ground doing a foot massage while another foot was resting on my head. Probably Megan had taken those photos the night of the move, the first time I touched the feet of my best friend. In other pictures there was Megan too , in some she was standing with a foot on my head with me prostrated in front of her , in some photos she was taking me on a leash. Yes Mistress - i said already imagining to find inside all the family photos that had been removed from my parents’s room. One evening, while Megan was using my face as a footstool, she told me that she would be away for two days, that she would spend in the pleasant company of Matt. She made me aware of her plans for me during that short period. She said that initially had decided to entrust me to the care of Jane, but the maid had had to leave the city to go to a funeral of some distant relative, so she had been forced to find another solution. For a moment I could only thank the fate for having avoided me two days under the cruel domination of Jane and I had for a second the hope to spend those two days alone, free to live like a normal person, a person who is free to eat what does it want (?), free to choose what to wear , free to sit on a sofa or armchair and free to sleep in a bed. Those were all privileges that were no longer granted to me, who I was forced to stay naked all day on the hard floor like a dog.As soon as i put a foot inside the house i hastened to take off my clothes to be like my Mistress wanted me , naked to allow her to see her property. I crawled to her ,who was now sitting on the couch , and i bowed at her feet . Megan puts her heeled shoe on my head and crushed my face on the floor . I moaned in pain and while the tears began to come down , she said : Heedless of my sufferings, Megan pulled again on the leash and began to show me all the changes she had made in those three days. Now I understood what had been the purpose of our "vacation" at the lake. Still in tears i followed my Mistress. Room after room Megan continued to praise her good taste and to criticize the old furniture. Then as if she wanted to mark her territory she forced me to kiss her sneakers saying like a mantra : After about ten minutes they began to slow the rhythm, while i was smothering in kisses my Mistress shoes, dying to have my mouth free so that I can remove avidly any remaining of her foot sweat with my tongue.