Princess Laya: Imperial Foot Slave Part 3

The outfit they gave her had to be a joke.
	Princess Laya looked at herself in the mirror, and saw a total slut looking back at her. She wore a skin-tight jumpsuit made of sleek black leather, with certain strips cut out to show off her body. Princess Laya's toned midriff was exposed, as was the skin of her inner thighs, and audiences would have a scandalous view of her cleavage. She looked more like an exotic dancer than a dignitary.
	The jumpsuit ended at her ankles so her bare feet were exposed. She looked down at them and cursed silently – she barely had any polish on, and this alone would have caused a scandal in the Veranian press. She wore nothing beneath the jumpsuit, not a bra or panties. Worse, the suit had somehow crept in between the lips of her sex, giving the clear outline of her pussy to anyone who looked. It had done the same on her butt, demonstrating her two toned globes to the world. Such fashion was popular among slutty teenagers perhaps, but respectable adults found it abhorrent.
	Romm had ordered that Princess Laya's hair be changed from her iconic twin buns into something much more plain. Now, all she had was a single ponytail with red and black ribbons woven into it. This had a more sinister meaning, as Laya and Romm both knew. On Verania, lower-ranking women weren't permitted to have elaborate hairstyles, and it was common for them to have ribbons woven into their hair with colors sampled from their employer's family crest.
	Princess Laya's makeup was elaborate, but this brought her no pleasure. Romm had her wear a black shade of lipstick, and plum colored blush. Her eyeshadow was a vibrant mauve color, and combined with her bold eyeliner, she appeared several years younger than her actual age. She looked like a bratty teenager, and she wondered how anyone would take her seriously now.
	Laya swallowed as she waited to the side of the royal stage, as two attendants did the last touch ups to her makeup. They placed contact lenses in her eyes to change them back to her natural blue color, probably to make it seem like she was doing this of her own free will.
	Officer Romm had Princess Laya call a conference to discuss the terms of Verania's surrender to the Empire. It was worldwide news, so all of the Veranian elite would be there and all its citizens would be watching. Laya was about to go out and surrender her entire life to keep her people safe, which she found a quiet dignity in.
	"Just read from the prompter, you'll be fine," an assistant said, then pointed her onto the stage. She had wished they let her polish her toes, at least.
	Princess Laya steeled herself, then summoned the best of her dignity and walked to the podium with her head held high. Immediately, the crowd reacted to her appearance. The front row was close enough that Princess Laya could see their incredulous expressions, and some women were pointing and laughing. A buzz spread about the crowd, which caused Laya to feel even more self-conscious. Any blush she made, though, was concealed beneath her heavy makeup.
	Princess Laya stood before the crowd, and held a hand up for their silence. The teleprompter in front of her began.
	"My beloved citizens. I come before you on this historic day to say that we have brokered a peace with the Empire."
	A hush went over the crowd, but Princess Laya could tell they were hostile. The Veranians were unfriendly towards the Empire and were among the most sympathetic planets to the Rebel cause. No doubt, they would see the Princess as a traitor.
	"This has been a difficult decision, but I think it is in the best interest of Verania to adapt to changing times, and the need for a centralized authority to help the galaxy function."
	Only with restraint could Princess Laya not roll her eyes. This was the exact propaganda line that the Empire had foisted on people in its rapid expansion.
	"With a heavy heart, I must resign as your Princess, since the Empire will be governing our planet now," Princess Laya continued.
	"However, I still plan on remaining in the public service. Henceforth, Anaya Romm will be the Judicator of our planet." At this point, Officer Romm walked out onto the stage dressed in her standard Officer's uniform of a grey short skirt and smart black tunic. Her legs were bare.
	Princess Laya was helpless but to read the following statement, which filled her with dread.
	"I will serve as her..." Princess Laya spoke, struggling to get the words out. "Her Imperial foot maiden, and a servant to all people of Verania. Think of me not as your princess, but as your lowest slave. In fact, it will be my pleasure to do the jobs even the slaves abhor, to show my newfound modesty.  Allow me to demonstrate my new station by greeting Judicator Romm in the way of our ancestors."
	Swallowing, Princess Laya walked to Officer Romm who had her arms crossed expectantly in front of her. The woman outstretched one foot, and Princess Laya knelt before her and slowly unzipped her shoe. Removing the boot, Princess Laya lowered her head as much as possible, and ran her tongue along the sole of Officer Romm's foot.
	It tasted sweet, salty and a little sour but that wasn't the part Princess Laya minded. She could hear outright gasps from the crowd, and knew that a camera was getting a close-up of her face as she licked the officer's foot. Officer Romm only smirked, gasping slightly when Princess Laya ran her tongue between her toes. When the princess finished with one foot, she repeated the process on the other. All the while, she knew this was the end of her reign as a princess and stateswoman. She could not conceive her future beyond this point, but she somehow knew that it would be full of such humiliations.
	When Laya had run her tongue along every centimeter of Romm's feet, the woman confidently walked up to the podium and gave a brief acceptance speech. She pointed out the ancient customs of Verania stating that any woman who dominated the present monarch beneath her feet would become the new monarch, and the crowd agreed with her logic. She promised to be a just ruler, and to increase Verania's wealth and influence while also improving its domestic policy. She concluded her speech by saying that the Empire would have very little influence on Veranian politics, and was mostly interested in a mutually beneficial economic relationship.
	To Laya's surprise, the crowd applauded Romm's speech! Officer (now Judicator) Romm gave a friendly wave, and walked off the stage. Princess (now slave) Laya gathered up her discarded boots and followed behind her, wishing that she had withstood the torture better.
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	Laya was in her usual position at the foot of Romm's throne. She was lying on her stomache, so that Romm's feet rested on the small of her back. Judicator Romm was speaking with some dignitaries from another planet, who studiously ignored the former princess lying at her feet.
	"Waa wuni ra, ternet?" said the raven-haired woman standing before Romm.
	"Quas resto, nehet huun," Romm replied, and the crowd all laughed.
	Laya had to choke back tears. She knew they were speaking the dialect of the Veranian aristocracy, but she could not understand a single word they were saying. Somehow, the glial implant had affected the part of her brain that processed language. As a result, she could no longer speak like a princess, but instead only knew the language of the peasants and slaves. This meant that whenever she spoke to someone (especially her former peers) they automatically treated her poorly. But this wasn't what she was nearly crying about.
	Judicator Romm required that Laya always wear her new outfit, to showcase her new status. It was the same design as the one she had worn when she gave her final speech: skin tight black material that appeared like liquid latex. This one, though, had a key difference. Romm had Laya's outfit fitted with an entire colony of Tardasian worms sealed within it. They formed their nest right in her sex, held in place by her tight outfit.
	As a result of this, Laya was constantly teased and tormented by the empathic worms, who had no sympathy and took no breaks. At any moment of the day, one worm might be rubbing itself slowly across her clitoris, or writhing away on her G-spot while several others slid in and out of her wet pussy. It was a maddening and inhuman pleasure, but the worms never allowed her to have a single orgasm. Somehow, they always gave her the impression that this was the time she would finally get to cum, only to pull out at the last moment, causing Laya intolerable frustration. Laya was sexually charged at every moment, which deepened her humiliation when she had to address her former peers and subjects. Many people had already commented about her flushed cheeks and shortness of breath.
	Judicator Romm continued her conversation with the foreign diplomats, ignoring Laya even as she rested her feet on the woman's back. Laya, for her part, was holding a holographic tablet and completing her most recent assignment. Again the diplomats laughed, and Laya blushed, self-conscious that they were laughing at her own misfortune.
	Romm had appointed Laya as the editor of a new publication that had quickly become the most widely read media on Verania. On the surface, it was a lifestyle magazine featuring the popular women of the planet: their beauty routines, their homes, their political inclinations. But the reason it became so popular was because of its racy visual style.
	Each photoshoot was centered around the interview subject, naturally, but they also featured several attractive young foot maidens catering to their employer's whims. Service of this nature had been a relatively mundane part of life at Verania before Romm's arrival, but this publication elevated it to a strange new importance. The photoshoots showed the mistresses being commanding towards their maidens, sometimes even sadistic. One article caused quite a stir in Verania, and Romm had given Laya a bonus to show how pleased she was.
	The article featured Siri Ordenna, the famous heiress of the planet's largest platinum mining corporation. The magazine made her out to be a radiant goddess: perfectly waved blonde hair, an immaculate complexion, and a toned body with a swanlike neck and long arms and legs. There were several pages dedicated to her feet: size 9 with slender toes, high arches, and wonderfully shaped nail beds painted with a white polish that complimented her pale skin.
	What caused the stir, though, was Siri's foot exfoliation routine. In a video segment, Siri reclined on a white leather divan while a young woman in a simple white robe knelt at her feet. Siri appeared utterly bored and regal as she stretched out her bare feet mere inches away from her brunette maid's face. The maid frowned, and picked up a little bowl containing priceless oils, sugars, and salts. Then she dipped her lips into the bowl to gather some of the stuff onto her mouth, and planted her lips against Siri's bare feet.
	People gasped as the maid ran her lips all along the length of Siri's soles, which were obviously soft and perfectly cared for.
	"The lips are actually the softest part of the body," Siri said as a way of explaining why her maid was worshiping her feet. "So, this is really the best way to soften up my tender toesies. The difference is unbelievable. I recommend everyone on Verania at least give it a try. Your feet will feel like royalty."
	The video continued this way for quite some time, with Siri leaning back and smiling, making an occasional giggle. At the end of the exfoliation routine, Siri had her maid lick all the oil and sugar off her feet, which shocked viewers across the planet. Laya remembered watching the brunette maid as she ran her tongue all along Siri's feet. The girl had a heart-shaped face and soft facial features, and she barely seemed older than 18. Although she obeyed Siri, Laya noticed the same look of distress in the girl's expression that she felt on her own face whenever Romm would call her to some dreaded task.
	The Siri Ordenna article caused a splash, and soon there were rumors that certain well-to-do women were using the 'Siri method' of foot exfoliation. There was never any proof of women doing it aside from rumors, though, and the occasional look of certain foot maidens who seemed to have lost all confidence practically overnight.
	Laya felt an urgent sensation in her bladder, and frowned as she prepared to demean herself yet again.
	"Mistress Romm?" Laya asked, turning over to address the woman who was using her as a human footrest.
	Judicator Romm looked quite different than she did when they first met. She had taken on the Veranian style of dress: a comfortable yet tight robe made of white fabric that left her legs bare up to her thighs. Her hair was styled into a beautiful bun, with strands draped in front of her shoulders. There were golden pins keeping her hairstyle together, and she wore expensive jewelry more befitting of an empress than a Judicator. Laya saw Romm's royal purple eyeshadow and felt a surge of jealousy that the bitch had servants to apply her makeup just like Laya used to. Romm had specifically denied Laya the job of doing her makeup: for the most part, Laya was only allowed to serve at Romm's feet.
	"Yes, pet?" Judicator Romm asked, smirking at Laya.
	"I must, use the... water closet," Laya murmured.
	"You know the proper way to ask, pet!" Romm said, jabbing Laya's backside with her bare foot. Laya swallowed. It was utterly humiliating for her to do this in front of foreign dignitaries.
	"May I pee, Mistress?"
	The man and woman laughed at Laya's language, watching on with perplexed expressions.
	"Of course, pet! Just stand up and do it here, no need to leave."
	Laya bit her tongue until it nearly bled. How dare Romm make her do such a humiliating thing! She stood up, blushing across her entire body, and bowed her head.
	The Tardasian worm colony had a strange way of syncing with Laya's body. Because of their presence, she recently had a hard time controlling her bladder. Whenever Laya felt the urge to pee, the worms would work over certain nerve endings until Laya could not control herself. Oftentimes, she would hold still as she felt herself urinating uncontrollably, often in public settings. The worms absorbed and perhaps fed off of her urine. They would even clean her up afterwards, disposing of her pee in unknown ways. The creatures were very clean, but it did nothing to address her utter shame at having to urinate in front of people like she was some kind of animal.
	Laya felt that same tickling sensation, and her knees trembled slightly as she let loose a stream of urine, which the Tardasian worms sucked up as soon as it left her. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the sensation of being watched, but it didn't change anything. Diplomats from another planet were watching the fallen Princess Laya pee in front of them, and knew that she had to ask Judicator Romm for permission to do so. A frown crossed her face, as she peed quite a lot. 	She suspected that Judicator Romm deliberately gave her diuretics such as coffee insisted that she drink a lot of water, to make Laya experience embarassing scenes like this as often as possible. When Laya finished her pee, she thanked Judicator Romm and took her usual position, with Romm's feet resting comfortably on her lower back.
	Per her training, she began sipping from the jug of water she kept by her at all times. Judicator Romm smiled as she saw Laya drink it down, knowing that the water was taken from her own royal foot bath.