You actually look...really pathetic right now. Gasping for breath, choking on Millie's foot sweat as you keep lapping at her toes, seemingly terrified of stopping. She wanted you to be an obedient pet not for you to think you had to torture yourself in order to keep her happy.
Still...this...did feel pretty good... No, no she needs to stop this before you end up getting yourself sick from this. "Sugar"
You stop licking. "S-sorry, Millie I...didn't mean to slack off or anything I-"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of made you do this" She suddenly lifts her bare sole off you, taking them off the table and leaning forward towards you until her face is the only thing that fills your view. "Just cause I want some fun doesn't mean I should make you do things like that."
"I-Its...its not a big d-deal Millie I was more than happy t-"
"No. No you weren't." She reached forward and picked you up. "You were "willing" to do it sugar, but a quick look at you in the middle of that little task was more than enough to be able to tell you weren't happy about it. I don't want you to torture yourself over what I ask you to do, got it sugar?"
"Y-yes mam."
"Good. Now, why don't you rest here for a bit?" Millie gave you a fairly...sweet smile and stowed you away...
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