"Oh, I know," Yoruichi's lips curved into a smile as she spoke "You're effectively a new employee, right? So it's only fair that I give you a 'job orientation'!"

Before Rukia knew it, she was swept up in Yoruichi's arms and carried through into another room; over to an armchair, which she was placed in. Her head helplessly flopped down and Yoruichi was about to correct it when she stopped herself. The angle's actually better that way, she thought before dragging the chair over to another chair; similar to the one Rukia was placed in. The dark-skinned shinigami then turned around.

“Orihime!”

In response the human girl immediately clambered to her feet from her location on the floor, where she'd earlier been kicked down by Yoruichi, and she came running to her new mistress before sinking to her knees when she reached her.

"Y-yes... Yoruichi-sama?" Orihime said, shaken by Yoruichi's sudden sharp command. Her question was followed by a sharp kick to the face from Yoruichi, who had quickly raised her left foot and planted it in Orihime's face after the girl had spoken.

"That's Yoruichi-dono to you!" Yoruichi's reply was remarkably unsympathetic: she'd already started treating Orihime as-if she was lower than dirt. "Now bring that footstool to me."

As Yoruichi sank into the armchair with a sigh, Orihime quickly got up and ran towards the footstool as-if her life depended on it, only for Yoruichi to shout again as she reached it, which made the human freeze. "Hey! What're you doing standing up? Need I remind you that you're a foot slave, and foot slaves crawl along the ground, to be with the feet they serve!" In response to this Orihime sank to the ground once more, before crawling backwards, dragging the footstool with her. Rukia was a no good backstabber, Orihime thought as she pulled the foot stool along, but she didn't remember her being as bossy as Yoruichi. Orihime even wondered if she'd had foot slaves before.

At last the footstool was in place, and a panting Orihime wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, as Yoruichi put her feet up on the footstool. "It took you long enough," Yoruichi muttered under her breath, without a hint of gratitude. "Now. Let's get started!" She turned her head to look at Rukia, who still looked completely daunted - to Yoruichi's delight - before turning back to Orihime, who had made her way over to face Yoruichi on the opposite side of the footstool, with her head - while kneeling at full height - just above the level of her new owner's booted feet. “So, welcome to your job orientation, Rukia. You probably have a good idea of how it goes from my point of view, but you’ll need to watch carefully and learn how Orihime here does it.” Yoruichi seemed to be enjoying every second of this; she seemed to get a real kick out of psychological torture like this.

To Rukia on the other hand, this was an absolute nightmare. Watching Orihime do what was meant to be her ‘new job’, was like watching a prisoner being executed when you’re next in line yourself. She regretted ever letting Yoruichi know about how she had enslaved Orihime, and certainly regretted inviting her in. “So,” Yoruichi’s voice brought Rukia back to reality “we begin by having the foot slave remove my footwear. Licking it and smelling the insides is possible – and inevitable – but we’ll keep it simple for now. You have a lot to learn, after all!” Yoruichi laughed when she finished talking, and Orihime took off her boots revealing a pair of dark, shapely feet. “And then,” Yoruichi continued “it is the duty of the foot slave to enjoy the scent of her owner’s feet!”

In response to this, Orihime lowered her head and leaned in to smell Yoruichi’s feet, lightly brushing them with her nose as she sniffed them, with Yoruichi giggling as it happened. “Let me help you out with that, Orihime!” Yoruichi reached over and grabbed her slave’s hair, before pulling her forward into her feet, so that the rested on her face. Yoruichi laughed even louder as she rubbed them into Orihime’s face, watching the girl’s expression of disgust and humiliation as she was helpless to stop the torture. After five minutes of this Yoruichi let go of Orihime’s hair and sat back, but not without a parting shot. “Good luck getting the smell of my feet out of your face,” she said.

Orihime remained where she was and quietly sobbed, until Yoruichi decided to press on “And now for the next step,” she said. “Licking my feet. You see Rukia, for maximum pleasure the slave should focus on the sole on the foot with the tip of her tongue, although I don’t recommend it for those who are ticklish. Proceed, Orihime.”

The orientation went on for a while as Yoruichi also covered kissing her feet, sucking her toes – one by one and ‘taking it all’ – in addition to sucking on her heel and, by the end, cleaning up afterwards. This involved using Orihime’s hair and clothes as-if they were towels to be used at her whim. With the end of the orientation in sight, Rukia felt sick to her stomach. Yoruichi kicked Orihime in the face, sending her crashing to the floor. “I’m surprised that I even have to explain the final step,” Yoruichi said with a serious tone. “You took my boots off, so you can put them back on again!”

As Orihime reached for her new owner’s boots, which she’d left by the side of the footstool – a good use of initiative which Yoruichi nodded in approval of – the former 2nd division captain turned her head to face Rukia. “Well, I hope that you enjoyed the orientation, Rukia. I know I did!” She flashed a devious smile at her prisoner and footslave to-be, while her human foot slave returned the boots to their rightful place on the feet which had just abused and humiliated her. With that done, Rukia and Orihime’s captor stood up, her hands on her hips in a triumphant pose.

Yoruichi's mood then suddenly shifted, as-if she had suddenly remembered something, and was in the process of making a decision. At her mercy, Rukia and Orihime had no choice but to wait until Yoruichi made her choice.