Foot worship

"I'll...I'll just worship your..feet" you mumble.

"No fight in you at all is there? So eager to submit. I suppose it's the smart decision though, it's where you would have ended up anyway" she replies, smirking. "First things first, drop those pants"

You're taken aback, she wants you to strip? "I didn't agree to that!"

"You lost, it's my rules now. So unless you'd rather bend over my lap...." she replies.

You sigh. There's no getting out of this. Tentatively you unfasten your pants and pull them down along with you underwear. Her eyes are fixed on your rather unremarkable dick, which your ashamed to discover is beginning to rise. Your face goes bright red and you look away.

She laughs softly "Unsurprising". She then clicks her fingers and points to the floor. You understand.