You feel something strong hit you in the face. The Gorgeous woman just tapped you with her left foot, but it felt like a punch. You looked at her mouth agape, you had never met a woman that rude or demanding. She sighed and said "Idiot, I want you to massage my other foot."
You haven't had the courage to stand up to her before, and you don't have it now. You murmur something that resembled an apology (an apology?!? You didn't do anything wrong!) She brought her left foot inches in front of you're face and reared it back, as though to smack him again. You quickly begin rubbing her foot. It's a bit harder to see now, because when she tapped you with her foot, she left toeprints on your glasses.

The more you rubbed, the more you were in awe of this woman. As you massaged her, you thought her feet resembled those on the ancient statues of Greeks and Romans, but in real life, they looked almost other worldly.

The woman lifted her right foot up and rested it on his shoulder with a thud. The thud felt like it would sink him inches into the ground. She then picked up a magazine and read, content to let him act as both a masseuse and footstool.

He knew that masseuses were to be treated with respect, and that anyone who tried to humiliate him like this should be kicked out. You summoned all your manly confidence and looked up at her, but all that came out was a strange croaking noise. The woman dropped her magazine and looked at you with such fury that you were frozen in place. Her eyes pierced yours.

"Do you have a problem?"
"Uhh....N-N-nooo...."
"Good, I don't want you to talk again. Apologize."
"I...uh..."

But instead of waiting for a reply, she easily jerks her mountainous left foot from your hands, and moves it about half a centimeter from your lips. You stare at her, her arms folded across her chest, her face dead serious, with her right foot digging into your shoulder. There can be no mistake of what she wants you to do.

But you are a man! You are far superior to any woman. She can't treat you like this. You decide to tell her who's the boss here, and make her apologize to you!.

"Good job, wimp. Apology accepted."

You realize in shock that you were kissing her foot repeatedly without realizing it.