Yes, more sessions

The sessions had some routine to them. Emily would call Amanda ma'am and she would confirm that the session could start. However, that evening Amanda made a slip of tounge. "Ma'am?" Emily asked when Amanda relaxed on the couch. "Yes, ****?" She said idly, before catching herself. She held her hand over her mouth, gasping. "Ooh. No, no, no. I'm so sorry... I didn't... I meant.. what I..." She stammered, slightly panicked and afraid she had overstepped her bounds and insulted Emily. Was this just too far? She covered her face with her hands in shame. However, Emily didn't seem fazed by it. "Shhh. It's okay. Shhh. It wasn't your fault. It kind of slipped didn't it, mistress? But it's okay mistress. In fact I kind of like it? Hmmm ~~~" Emily conforted her and stroked her hand along Amandas back. Amanda looked relieved after Emily's comfort. "Why don't we try something new, mistress? How about a foot massage? Would mistress like her **** to gove her a foot massage?" Yes, to Ananda, that sounded lovley. "But first, fetch me my staff" Amanda said. After a pause she relunctantly added "****." Emily then brought the serpent staff and placed it in her right hand and sat down on the floor in front of her mistress. She lifted her right leg, placed it in her lap and started massaging it. Her leg, her feet, even her toes. In a daze of pleasure and comfort Amanda closed her eyes and relaxed. After some minutes Emily was about to shift to the left foot, but Amanda stopped her. "Nooo, moorre.. please.. moore ... ****." Emily obeyed her misteress and continued to massage the right foot. "Yeeessss. Ohhhh. That's.... That's soooo goood." Amanda moaned. Things where coming along nicley. Very nicley indeed.

The next day they had another session. Emily prompted her: "Mistress?" She said. Amanda just nodded. Emily fetched her staff and so the session could commence. "May your **** feed you, mistress?" Emily asked. Amanda saw no reason to refuse, so she accepted. She opened her mouth to let Emily place the snacks in it. With the other hand Emily stroked Amanda's hair. As always she praised her "you are so beautiful mistress. You are so powerful mistress. You deserve to have your every need met mistress." and so forth. After so many repetitions, she could not help but to think of herself as beautiful and powerful. At least to some small extent. After Emily had fed her, Emily gave Amanda a foot massage.

The next morning Amanda woke up, she didn't know where Emily was. She wanted to get dressed, but didn't think of doing it herself. She had been dressed (and undressed) by Emily the past three days. So when she found herself alone in her room, instead of dressing, she called Emily. "****!" She shouted so that Emily would hear. Oh fuck. She had just called Emily **** outside the sessions. This was surley crossing the line. But when Emily came to dress her, she didn't comment on it. After the first few clothing items, Emily sensed her mistress' sense of confusion and discomfort. "It's okay. Don't think too much about it. It was just a little slip is all." Emily said. Sensing she was still not satisfied, she continued. "Look at me. Do I look like I care? It is fine. How about next time ome of us slips up, we just ignore it? After all, it does no harm. What do you think, mistress?" Amanda looked at Emily. She had a mischievous grin. "Ooh, I think that can work, ****" Amanda said, playing along.

That evening, Emily again did something new. She licked Amanda's toes. She worshipped her feet. Licking. Stroking. Amanda could do nothing more than bask in the glory.

This continued for some days. A daily praise-session, meals made for her, all chores done for her. She felt like she was living in luxury. But one day, Emily said she had a surprise for her. She also said the surprise would be revealed later that day, but not when. Amanda asked what it was, but Emily refused to answer, telling her she just had to wait and see. The staff had gained some power, during the praise-sessions but also during Emily's nightly staring contest. So it had saved up enough power to be able to "deliver" the surprise.

The praise-session started, and Ananda had yet to figure out what the surprise was. When would Emily present it to her, she idly wondered. She sat with the staff in the right hand, receiving a foot massage when she heard a knock on the door. "Did you expect someone? Should we just tidy up and cancel?" Amanda asked, a bit anxious. "No, no. Just sit here mistress, I'll take care of it." Emily reassured her. "Should we put away the staff?" Amanda wondered. "No, no need. Just stay put right where you are." Emily answered before disappearing in the hallway. By now Amanda believed Emily would just make the person at the door go away. However, that was not what happened. She heard the door open and some footsteps. Someone was coming in! Before she could do anything two people where in the living room. Emily streached out her hands as to show off the other person. She wore a million dollar smile as she gestured to the person and exclaimed "Surprise!!"