Emma, the royal highness of Hfw, smirked as she sat on her throne, her feet dangling elegantly above the floor. She had summoned Frankie, her lowly servant, to present the final course of the feast. With a wave of her hand, Frankie bowed her head respectfully and shuffled forward, carrying a large silver platter.
On the platter rested the remnants of Emma's dinner - a meaty, aromatic stench wafted up to Frankie's nose, making her stomach churn. She trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She knew that this was her punishment for spilling wine on Emma's gown earlier in the evening.
Slowly, Emma reached out and took the platter from Frankie's trembling hands. She licked her lips, savoring the power she held over her subordinate. She placed the platter on the floor before her and leaned back in her seat, watching as Frankie's eyes widened in horror.
"Emma..." Frankie whispered, unable to tear her gaze from the shiny, wet surface of Emma's foot. "You... you want me to eat that?" She stammered, taking a step back.
Emma chuckled softly. "Of course, Frankie," she purred. "After all, your actions have left quite an unpleasant taste in my mouth. It only seems fitting that they should leave an equally unpleasant taste in yours."
Frankie's heart raced as she knelt before Emma, her eyes locked on the foot that commanded her every move. With shaking hands, she reached out and grasped Emma's ankle, lifting it to her lips. The taste was foul, like warm rot, but she forced herself to swallow, determined to obey her queen's every command.
As she began to feed on the remains of Emma's dinner, a strange sense of pleasure washed over her. The taste was awful, but the power she felt at that moment was intoxicating. She could hear the rustling of fabric as Emma watched, her foot within inches of Frankie's face.
With each bite, Frankie felt herself drawn deeper into Emma's web of dominance. She could feel her body responding to the humiliation, the pleasure building within her. She knew that this was a moment she would never forget, a moment that would forever be etched into her soul.
As the last morsel disappeared from Emma's foot, Frankie looked up, her eyes shining with a mix of shame and arousal. Emma nodded, satisfied. "You have pleased me, Frankie," she purred, reaching down to stroke Frankie's hair. "Now go, and clean yourself up. Tomorrow, we shall begin anew."
With a final nod, Frankie rose to her feet, feeling lighter than she had in days. She knew that her place was at Emma's feet, and she vowed to never again challenge her queen's authority. As she walked away, she couldn't help but wonder what other delights Emma had in store for her.
