Pleasing Padme's Feet

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James and Padme sat down on the bed.  “Are you ready for this, my dear?” James asked his lover with a smile.
“I think so,” Padme said.  “I’m a little nervous. . . Do you think I’ll do alright?”
“I’m sure you’ll do splendidly, my queen,” replied James, kissing her on the cheek.  “Just splendidly.”
“Alright,” she told him.  “In that case then, I am ready.  Let’s do this.”
“Ok.”
James stood up from the bed and went in front of his lover.  Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the pocket watch.  After that, the hypnosis began.
“You are under my control,” the man said in a steady voice, swinging the pocket watch steadily back and forth . . . back and forth . . . back and forth.  “You will fall under my command, Padme.”
“NO!” the woman screamed, just as they had practiced.  She struggled to resist the hypnosis.  “I will never fall under your control, monster!”
“Oh, but you will,” replied James, who continued to steadily swing the pocket watch.  Back and forth . . . back and forth . . . back and forth.  “You will fall under my control, Padme.  Give it time, and you will waver, and then you will submit. . .”
“No!” she shouted again.  But no matter what Padme did, she couldn’t pull herself away from that pocket watch.  And even worse, she could feel her eyes starting to glaze over, and drool starting to escape from her mouth. . . No, no, she had to snap out of it!  But the woman struggled to keep herself under control, and each time she thought she was in the clear, she realized she couldn’t look away from that watch, and felt herself submitting all over again. . .
And then, it was done.  Padme’s eyes fully glazed over, and drool dripped from the corners of her mouth.  She was completely under James’s command now. . .
The man smiled.  “Excellent.  You belong to me now.  Do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” Padme said, her voice hollow and flat.
“Good.”  James knelt on the ground in front of his hypnotized lover.  “Now, you stay right there, my dear.  Because I’m going to worship you like the queen you are.”
He reached out, and gently took the shoe off of her left foot.  Then he removed her sweaty, smelly sock, exposing her foot in all its beautiful glory.  For a moment the man stared at it, smiling, loving that he got to experience his lover like this.  But then, he picked up her foot, and began to worship her.
First, he inhaled the musk that was on her feet.  It was a terrible—sweaty and sharp—unfitting of Padme’s character, and James breathed it in, enjoying the scent for a long moment.  He loved it.  Then he put her foot back down on the ground, and leaned forward.
The man stuck out his tongue and began to lick her toes, one by one.  By doing so, his tongue grazed both the skin and the nails of her toes, and he got to taste that sweaty, sharp musk that he loved so much.  After he was done with her toes, James went around her foot, going up the bridge until he reached her ankle, then going down to her heel.  He picked up her foot and lapped up the sole, getting that musky taste where it was most prominent, and before he let her go, he licked her toes one last time.  Then, he put down her left foot, and moved onto her right foot.
After taking off her shoe and sweaty sock, James inhaled that musk yet again.  Then he went to work.  Picking her foot up off the ground, he leaned forward and kissed her big toe, letting the smooch get her nail and skin at the same time.  He spread kisses all around her foot, starting with her toes and then going down to her sole, smooching it excessively.  Then he went up her heel to her ankle, then down the bridge.  He gave her toes one last kiss before finishing.
He put down her right foot and stood up, getting in front of Padme.  Then, he snapped his fingers.
Immediately, Padme was pulled out of hypnosis, and the glazed look left her eyes in a second.  The woman wiped the corners of her mouth (which had a bit of drool on them), and looked up at James, blushing.
“So,” the man asked, sitting down on the bed next to her, “what did you think?”
“I think . . . that was lovely,” said Padme, smiling and turning to him.  “I really enjoyed that. . .”  She took a deep breath, then suggested, “Perhaps we can do it again sometime?”
James grinned.
“Perhaps we can, my dear.  Perhaps we can.”