You were torn here but had to do it. He leaned in and willingly kissed her smelly foot. She giggled watching your face grimace as you obliged her demand. “Noowwww…” she beings while she playfully thinks to herself and you still sit massaging her feet. The ramifications of what this means was now starting to dawn on her. She really could make you do ANYTHING. She could humiliate you for all the years of bullying her. She could finally get her revenge. No more chores, she could be waited on hand and foot all day, every day. “Now say girls are superior.” She says giggling.
“Do everything that I say and maybe…MAYBE… I will go easy on you.” She so very graciously offers.
“Let’s not forget who makes the rules now. I want my room cleaned, shoes polished, and you will of course be doing all of my chores from now on.“
“But Jennifer, that’s not fair. Please I—“ you begin to plead.
“Not fair? Well how about you also give me all of your money this week too! Every last cent! You better get used to this, I already am! I kind of like having you as a servant. You’re much more likeable this way. Now get to it. First my room, then my shoes, and chores last. Come back when you're done. I’ll find more for you. Don’t take your time either servant boy.”
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