She makes him earn it

"You want to kiss my feet?" The goddess smiled. Just a slight curl of her red lips, but it was still the most beautiful thing Marcus had ever seen, enough to banish for a moment the awful need he had to grovel on the floor in front of her. "Very well then, I suppose I can be generous. Ah, but there's something you had best do for me first, dear."

"Please, anything, ma'am!" Marcus begged. His gaze flickered down, his eyes fixed on her perfect feet, pale and beautiful. He wanted, needed to kiss them. It was hardly even about showing her his place anymore. He just felt the most terrible, fierce desire to get his lips pressed against her smooth, gorgeous skin.

"First, you call me Mistress, not ma'am." The woman frowned slightly, and the young prince felt his guts twist. No! He'd messed up already! He hadn't known, but that was no excuse. "Show me how you address me, dear."

"Yes Mistress." Marcus stammered. "I'll call you Mistress from now on! Always! Please..." He would have been shaking if he could move. If she frowned at him again he felt like he'd die for sure.

"Good boy." Mistress nodded at him. They were the most amazing, beautiful words he'd ever heard. In that moment of glowing happiness, the young prince knew he'd do absolutely anything just to hear her say them again. "I'm going to let you move in a second, dear, and the first thing I want from you is to take off that silly shift." His new goddess explained. "Once that's done, you fold it nicely on the bed, good boys are neat, okay?" He nodded frantically. "Then and only then will I let you worship me. One kiss on each toe, that is all. You will not be greedy, okay dear?"

"I'll be good, Mistress!" The young prince pleaded. One kiss on each toe. It was going to be really hard to restrain himself to that. He'd do it though. He'd do it for her! She smiled at him again and suddenly he felt like he could move again. Sure enough, when he tried with his hand his fingers closed just like normal, like nothing had happened at all. There was no time for that though! He had to do as she said.

Hurriedly, the young prince reached down to the hem of his shift and lifted it off his body. Only her orders stopped him from throwing it on the floor and collapsing at her feet. Instead he folded the silky clothing over his arm, then once more just to be sure, and placed the neat bundle on his bed. As soon as that was done he turned round, giving Mistress a pleading stare.

Her red lips curled, that beautiful smile widening. Then she nodded once. Marcus was on the ground before he could even blink, like his whole body just had to kiss her as soon as possible. On his knees, he lent forward hurriedly, trembling with anticipation. His lips puckered and he gently placed them against the skin of her perfect little toe. A longing shiver ran down his spine. His first kiss, planted on the toes of his new goddess. It felt so very right.

Part of him wanted to rush as quickly as he could just so he'd get the chance to kiss her as many times as possible, but he also needed to savor this amazing feeling a little longer. Slowly he moved along her gorgeous feet, kissing the top of each toe as gently and as delicately as he could. She was so beautiful and so kind, letting a worthless brat like him even touch her. He certainly didn't deserve it.

At last he was done, planting a longing, aching kiss on the smallest toe of her other foot. He so wanted to just hold his lips there until the end of time, but he knew that would disappoint her. The thought of that made his heart ache and his guts twist, so he slowly withdrew, still crouching bent over at her feet.

"Done." She spoke above him. "Now, up you get, dear, and follow me. Let's go see your naughty, silly parents, shall we?"