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“Miss, with all that tidying you’ve been doing your feet must be exhausted. I could give you a massage if you’d like”. She looks at you, perplexed for a moment before a thin grin forms on her face. “Okay, then. I could use some pampering” she replies. She stretches one foot out towards you. Eagerly you hold it and begin to massage her foot. Slowly but firmly you massage both her feet for 15 minutes. On your knees and serving your teacher. Occasionally she lets out a soft groan of pleasure. “This is very nice, having my own personal servant at my feet.” She giggled. “Maybe you could do my bidding for me” She asks. “Of course Miss” you respond, perhaps sounding too eager. “grab me a drink from the kitchen, then get back here and keep doing what you’re doing”. You do as she says and get her a drink. Quickly returning to her feet. “I always knew you were a well behaved boy, but I didn’t know you were this obedient” she joked.