Make her your servant

You walk behind the kneeling girl and run a hand through her long, black hair. “The problem with you snotty little starlets is that everyone waits on you hand and foot all day. Of course you end up spoiled, you have no idea what it's like to serve someone else. But we'll fix that.”

You walk to the side of the room and look through a rack of skimpy sex costumes. You pull out a French Maid uniform and toss it to Lacey. “Go in the bathroom and put this on.”

“Yes Master,” says Lacey with a slightly playful tone.

You'll have to drive that out of her.

Lacey stands up and walks into the bathroom. You pull a chair into the middle of the room to sit and wait. Soon she comes back out and you smile at the transformation.

Lacey looks incredible in the skimpy outfit. The skirt is so short that its frilly white hem barely covers her pussy. The high heeled pumps make her legs look great. The lace choker shows off her slender neck while the plunging neckline highlights her terrific cleavage. Despite all the revealing outfits she's worn as an actress, her posture and nervous expression show that she's uncomfortable in this one.

“What's wrong, Lacey? Don't like dressing up as a servant girl?”

“I... I... Yes Master.”

You smile at her discomfort. “Turn around and bend over.”

Lacey hesitates a moment, then gives a ****, “Yes Master.” She turns around and bends over at the waist. The tiny skirt flips up, revealing her tone ass and her pantie-less pussy.

“Very nice.” You cross your arms and lift up a bare foot. “Now rub my feet.”

Lacey turns back around and moves forward. She bends her knees to squat in front of you.

“Not like that,” you tell her. “Always bend over at the waist.”

She stands back up, then bends forward and takes your foot in her dainty hand. You openly stare down her top, enjoying the view of her barely concealed breasts. You've already seen her naked, but she still blushes at having to let a man look down her top without comment.

Lacey massages your foot for several minutes, then begins on the other one. While she's rubbing it, you begin to think that having her bent over in front of you is an opportunity for her to rub something else of yours. Of course, she could use a little more humiliation first, like serving you food.