you're too submissive

Queenie walks with you to the car. You open the door for her, which she expectantly waits for you to do. She doesn't seem to be cold with you, or even cross, but just so expectant. It seems to mutely egg you on to please her.

You drive the graceful bee to your home and, opening the door for her again, you both enter. "Not a palace or a hive," she comments. "But I suppose it's adequate. She lays back on the couch daintily, a sigh rising and dropping her breasts. She raises her leg formally "If you please..."

You eye her for a moment, mostly along her graceful long legs and where they led. You finally piece it together and begin to rub her feet. She lets out a soft hum of pleasure, almost a buzz as you massage her dainty feet. You even take enough initiative to kiss them, which seems to especially entice her into louder purrs.

"You love your Queenie, don't you?" she asks idly.
You nod as you keep massaging her feet. "I do."
"You'd do anything to please her, wouldn't you?" she adds, watching you calculatingly with her eyes half closed in pleasure.
"Of course," you say. It's peculiar how easily the answers spring to your lips. Almost like she has a loose mind control over you. Of course, maybe you're just that much in love with her.
"Good," she purrs softly.