As the excitement boils inside your mind, you indicate her to follow into your quarters, where there was much more privacy. As predicted, she unwillingly obeyed your orders, rapidly walking her way towards your private quarters. You stood in place for some moments, enjoying your achievement; you could already feel the heat of her feet in your fingers while you massaged her perfect soles in your mind. However, you couldn't just imagined it, your wishes impelled you to act in reality, so you head back to your quarters.
When you opened the door of your room, Zena was sitting in the bed, staring at her hands with a vaguely blank expression in her eyes. You once more waved your hand and, this time, instead of releasing the order out loud, you recited it inside your mind. As she could not resist your advanced mind skills, Zena lean over the bed's pillows, putting her boots over the bed, completely at your disposal.
"The fun just began" you thought, showing wide smile in your face. Your eyes rushed towards her brown-colored boots and your hands instinctively removed the right boot. Your hands passed over her sock, pulling it at once and throwing it across the air to a corner of the room. The sock's removal revealed a beautiful pink-colored, medium-size foot. As you slowly rubbed the surface of her sole, you could feel the heat emanated by them. Continuing to massage Zena's perfect foot, you could not found a single imperfection. It was perfect, like the feet of a goddess, awaiting to be worshiped. You kept massaging and rubbing her foot against your hands and fingers, feeling the intense heat, the perfection .
The minutes passed, and you could not tell how many time did you rubbed Zena's right foot with all your love. Eventually, your eyes dropped over her left foot, in which your repeated the same process of removing the boot and socks, showing off her equally beautiful foot. You once more massaged her foot, her perfect, beautiful, smelly soles which had hypnotized you with their beauty. You couldn't think about anything else but rubbing them. Massaging them. You had to massage them! Even though she was the one being controlled, you had to worship her. Her and only her. She was your goddess and you had to satisfy her. And so, you suddenly left the process of massaging her mesmerizing soles. It was like something struck you out of nowhere, prompting you to...
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