The Love Therapist

I felt a little tentative as I did this. What if this pissed the client off?

To my surprise, he wasn't pissed at all. In fact, it excited him. He got on all fours with his head plastered to the floor. His tone became ingratiating and overjoyed. "Yes, my queen! Don't step on me too hard, milady. You don't want to tire yourself."

I was surprised to hear that. To tell the truth, this was my first time meeting such a client after being a love therapist for so long. In the past, we would always be the ones having to be careful when serving our clients. When had our clients ever treated us like this?

A feeling of ecstasy rose within me. I didn't hold back. Instead, I stepped on the client's back more forcefully. "Are you telling me what to do?"

The pressure from my foot made even his chest touch the floor. He turned his face so his cheek was pressed against the floor, getting dirt on it. He said cautiously, almost ingratiatingly, "Don't be mad, my queen. It's all my fault."

Only then did I release him. He obediently knelt by my feet and looked at me with bright eyes. He even seemed to stick out his tongue a little. He looked like a Samoyed.

For some reason, I couldn't help rubbing his head. "Not bad. I'll call you Marshmallow from now on."

I used to have a dog named Marshmallow.

"Thank you for bestowing a name upon me, my queen!" Marshmallow was evidently excited by his new name. He even rubbed his head against my palm.

I turned to look at the toys on the table, which excited Marshmallow even more. I slowly ran a finger over them; he couldn't take his eyes off me, even swallowing in agitation. He seemed to be guessing which toy I wanted to use on him.

"Which one do you like?" I asked casually.

Marshmallow moved to the table on his knees and gestured at one of the toys. I looked at it. It was a vibrator. Instantly, I understood what he meant and couldn't help frowning. It looked like this client got up to all sorts of wild stuff.

I picked the vibrator up and looked at it. It was pretty small and convenient—about the size of an egg. I looked at Marshmallow arrogantly. "I'm sure you know how to use it."

He nodded excitedly and respectfully took it from me. Then, he inserted it and handed me the remote. An odd sense of pleasure surged in me as I looked at it. The feeling of controlling someone's fate felt awesome.

I turned it on, and a hint of pain flashed across Marshmallow's face. Still, he remained on his knees without moving. This was my first time experiencing what it felt like to take the lead at work. To think someone was begging me to do this. It felt amazing to be in control.

My attitude was already starting to change as I looked at Marshmallow and saw how he was trying hard to remain rational despite his torment. I watched him silently as he remained compliant and obedient at my feet.

I was usually the one getting food and drinks for my clients, but now, he was doing it for me. I sipped the coffee he got for me before kicking him. "Do you know how hot this is? Are you trying to burn my tongue?"

"Don't be mad, my queen. I'll cool it down for you right now." Marshmallow looked nervous as he carefully blew on the coffee.

I kicked him again, making him fall over. "How do you expect me to drink that with all your saliva in it?"

"I'm sorry, milady. It's my fault. Please punish me." He lowered his head, acting like he was scared.

I pondered the situation, then chuckled when I looked at the rest of the toys on the table. "I want you to head to the bubble tea store opposite here and get me a cup. Keep the vibrator in you."

Marshmallow wasn't upset by my demand. On the contrary, he looked excited. He got dressed and hurried to the door. When he reached it, I turned on the vibrator and put it on medium intensity.