A foot massage

"Could I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Ever given a foot massage?"

"Uhh, no... but I can try."

"Well, at least your enthusiastic, Pet."

The word 'Pet' sends chills down your spine. Within seconds Adela had flipped the switch to her more dominant side. She leads you to her couch where she slips off her shoes. You then assume your position underneath your Queen. She sticks her delicate feet out and you begin rubbing your thumbs on her sole.

"Is that good, my Queen?"

"Yes my Pet."

"Is there anything else you'd like?"

"Don't be impatient. I will say so."

"Sorry my Queen."

You continue to rub her foot to which she purrs. After a minute or so of rubbing, your Queen says "Now the other one, Pet."

"Yes my Queen."

As you massage your Queen's other foot, you wonder what else Adela is plotting. The guessing game proves to be as arousing as seeing her naked body. The calculating look on Adela's face tells you that she has something in mind for you, and you're more than willing to follow along. She soon interrupts your pondering by saying "Okay, that's enough... now, what to do with you?"