“Hello there slave, would you like to play a game?” Princess Rachel asks. He says yes, not that it would have mattered if he didn’t want to play. She is wearing her cute low-heeled mules shoes. These black shoes look nice but always make her feet sweat and stink a lot due to the leather insoles. She begins the game... “Would you rather lick my foot, or lick my shoe?” He immediately regrets agreeing to play this game but dutifully answers anyways as expected of him. After each would you rather, she makes him perform whichever action he chooses. Lick her foot, trample his chest, suck her foot...

“Hello there slave, would you like to play a game?” Princess Rachel asks. He says yes, not that it would have mattered if he didn’t want to play. She is wearing her cute low-heeled mules shoes. These black shoes look nice but always make her feet sweat and stink a lot due to the leather insoles. She begins the game... “Would you rather lick my foot, or lick my shoe?” He immediately regrets agreeing to play this game but dutifully answers anyways as expected of him. After each would you rather, she makes him perform whichever action he chooses. Lick her foot, trample his chest, suck her foot heel, lick her shoe soles, and sit on his face are just some of the examples of the choices she gives him. She plays several rounds giving him the option to suck her toes until he finally gets the hint “there you go!” she coyly says as he picks that option. Once she is done playing, she starts to leave “We can play again tomorrow” she promises.