You make an offer of servitude

"A massage?" You ask, grinning. "You want to give me a massage?"

"Mmmhmmm," the Queen nods. "I think it will really relax you."

You feel the powerful effects of whatever is in the hookah. Your face feels hot and you feel almost drunk on the herb. Different than marijuana, much more...exciting.

"I didn't come up here for a massage," you confide.

She frowns, obviously disappointed to be rejected. You lean over, your arms on either side of her wide hips, and press your cheek to hers so your lips are almost against her ear.

"You're the Queen," you whisper. "As one of your subjects...I think I should...pleasure you..."

You pull away to gauge her reaction and you a change transforms Beatrice's expression as she looks over your exposed breasts. She is still smiling at you, but now she seems imperious and commanding.

"That's the game you want to play, Joy?" She asks.

You bow your head as you kneel by her side.

"Yes, my Queen," you reply submissively.

"Very well," Beatrice stretches her legs out, hooking one heel over the other ankle, "you may start with my feet."

You crawl down to the base of her throne of pillows and kneel at her feet. With your luscious thong-covered ass in the air you drop to your elbows and take one of her feet in your hands. You massage her arch with your thumbs and begin to kiss the top of her foot.

Your lips part and you lick the top of her foot and then dip lower to kiss the arch. When you reach the toes you suck them, tasting the slight saltiness of her sweat, but lavishing each toe and the spaces between with wet sucks and long licks. You give her other foot the same treatment and Beatrice moans softly.

"Excellent work, Joy," the Queen places a comforting hand on your head. "You have excited your Queen greatly..."

Beatrice parts her thighs and exposes the crotch of her pink cotton panties. You can just faintly see the outline of her mound beneath the fabric, but a darkened line of moisture gives away the location of her sopping slit.

"...are you ready to service me, my child?" She asks, looking into your eyes.

You feel hot with lust, made hotter by the intoxicating effects of the hookah.

"I am eager to, my Queen," you reply.

She lifts her hand from your head and reclines on the pile of pillows behind her.

"Pleasure me," she sighs her command and spreads her arms wide.