I'm in my room reading a good book and enjoying myself when my pet knocks on the door and comes in, ready to be used and tormented some more. Isn't he such a lucky little pup? And since I'm in the mood to have my feet pampered and taken care of, I decide to put him to work.

Washing a Goddess' feet should be seen as a privilege anyway, isn't that so? After ordering him to wash and dry my feet, I get him to kneel in front of his owner and prepare to learn how to properly worship my feet. He's in for a long, intense lesson, and I can tell you'd love to be in his place, getting instruc... Show more