Mistress takes good care of her little girl. She provides for her needs, both physical and mental. She gives her the structure of discipline that she craves and frees her from the awful burden of self-determination. Gone are the expectations of her old life, the hideous, crushing weight of responsibility. And in their place, something different, something better.

All Mistress asks in return is obedience.

Like now, for example. Mistress has been at work all day, wearing heels that are as uncomfortable as they are arousing. All her little girl wants to do is to take Mistress’s toes in her mouth, to soothe her aches with her tongue… and maybe later, she can do something else with her tongue…

But she knows her rules. She knows that Mistress likes to savor every precious moment of her dominance. She knows that Mistress expects her to kneel at the end of couch, waiting for permission, before the delicious feast that awaits.

And so she kneels there, waiting, watching. She allows the divine smells of Mistress’s feet to tantalize her senses; the sight of her perfect toes curling under soft nylon to make her ache with desire; the infinitely complex landscape of her soles to make her dizzy with hunger.

Because Mistress’s little girl knows that Mistress won’t keep her waiting for long, and the wait is more than worth it.