Ah, life as a senator. It’s definitely has its perks but you always seem to find yourself in the midst of political conflicts. Today you're attending some conference with North and South Rhelasia. One of the Geisha girls walks up to you and motions for you to follow her. Why not, you think to yourself, a little entertainment before the conference couldn’t hurt. A few minutes later you arrive in a back room. She pushes you against the wall.
You smile at her unexpected forcefulness. You always had a thing for dominating women. "Oh, you're like that, ok."
"Shut up or I am going to do this as slowly as possible." She draws a sai and raises it to your throat.
"Wait!" You say panicking. "I have money, I could pay you enough to-"
She laughs. "Please, I do this for the fun of it." You can feel the knife press against your throat slightly harder. "Any last requests?"
"May I do this?" You ask her. You drop to your knees (something she allows you to do out of curiosity).
"Do wha- hmm." She is interrupted by you kissing the tops of her ballet flat clad feet.
She looks a little surprised at first but then she smiles. It seems that she is particularly amused that you continue to kiss her feet repeatedly and appear to be enjoying it. "Maybe there is a use a for you after all. However, my contact must think you are dead.” She reaches into her robe and pulls out a small capsule pill handing it to you. “Swallow this."
"What is it?"
"It will slow your vital signs enough so that they won’t be detected, I will be there when you awake."
There aren't a lot of choices considering she’s holding a knife on you. Reluctantly you take the pill passing out shortly afterwards.
***
12 hours later…
You feel a sudden slap to your face. "Wake up."
You body feels like you’ve been put through the ringer. "Ugh, my head,” You open your eyes to see the geisha assassin in front of you and remembered what happened. “Why are you still dressed like that?"
"Why are you naked and in a body bag?"
You look around to see that she is correct. "Point taken."
She tosses you some clothes. “Here.”
You look at her awkwardly. "Aren't you gonna turn around?"
“No, if you are going to be my footslave then I must know what I am going to be working with."
Footslave? You step out of the bag, as she looks you over, judging by the look on her face, she likes what she sees.
Once you're finished dressing, she smiles at you seductively, and sits on a table. "Now my loyal footslave, you may remove my shoes and give me a foot massage."
Looks like she was serious. "Can I at least know what your name is?" You ask as you kneel in front of her.
She smirks slightly. "You may call me Cheshire, nothing more, nothing less."
"So um Cheshire, how long did you want me to massage your feet for?"
"Until I tell you to stop."
You slowly remove her shoes, her feet are breathtaking, probably a size 9 with a sexy French pedicure.
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