Okay, so you know how I usually avoid anything that involves standing for more than ten minutes? 😂 Well, a little bribery goes a LONG way. Turns out, the promise of a long, worshipful foot rub after dinner is a hell of a motivator. Did the whole kitchen clean-up, put everything away, and even wiped the counters without a single complaint. My feet are killing me, but it's a small price to pay for what's coming. I can't stop thinking about his hands all over my arches and my ankles, and where that might lead... Feeling weirdly proud of myself and incredibly, deeply needy all at once. Who knew being a 'good girl' could make my cunt ache this much? The things we do for attention, right? 😏