:: Dinner with Rachel {"position":"570,990"}
The two of you walk upstairs where [[Rachel]] gets dressed again in her leather outfit while [[you|You]] put the apron back on and wait for the ziti to finish before taking it out of the oven.  The smell of the food causes your stomach to growl at you.

"Should I get dressed, Rachel?" you ask.

"No.  Are you hungry?" Rachel asks.

"Yes," you say.  

"Make yourself a plate then," she says.

You dish out the ziti onto two plates and bring them over to the table where Rachel sits waiting at the head of the table.  You put yours down at a seat next to Rachel.  You go back to get some silverware and set the table.

Dinner is surprisingly pleasant.  Rachel makes small talk with you, mostly gossip, and she turns out to be quite entertaining.  You find out that both of her parents work for Anderson Chemical Company.  Curious, you ask her about her childhood in Rosestead and she seems happy to talk about it.  She quite obviously admires both of her parents, but you learn she was more or less raised by a nanny named Jennifer.  You find out this is the same Jennifer who still works as a servant for the family, though when that comes up, she quickly changes the subject.

When you've both finished eating, Rachel orders you to wash the dishes while she heads to the living room to watch some television.  You wash Rachel's dishes for her, embarrassed that you are acting as her servant, but you can't deny the arousing effect this is having on you.  

When you finish, you walk into the living room where Rachel is lounging on the couch.  "Oh good," she says.  "I needed a footstool.  You're perfect for the job."  You walk over to get the ottoman on the side of the couch for her.  She chuckles.  "No, no, sweetie.  //You're// the footstool.  Get on your knees in front of me, facing the TV."

You sigh.  You can almost feel the last shred of your dignity being torn away as you kneel in front of her.  She has you lie down with your breasts pushing into the carpet and your butt sticking obscenely into the air in front of her.  You try not to imagine what you must look like to her as she rests her booted feet on your ass.  You are in that position, humiliated and increasingly uncomfortable, for at least thirty minutes while Rachel watches some sort of teen soap.  You're surprised to find that it's actually pretty good; you'd always been rather contemptuous of those sorts of shows before.

When the show is over, Rachel starts flipping channels and takes one of her boots off of your ass.  She nudges your legs apart and <<if $full_tf gt 0>>inserts the toe of her boot into your pussy<<else>>starts stroking your penis with the toe of her boot<<endif>>.  You groan in lust.  You'd almost forgotten how horny you were.  "Don't you dare come on my <<if $full_tf gt 0>>boot<<else>>carpet<<endif>>," Rachel says.  You desperately try to ignore the sensations in your crotch, trying to think about old horror films instead as Rachel continues to stroke you.  Then Rachel's other boot comes off your ass.  Reflexively, you spread your legs a little wider to relieve some of the cramping you'd been having while she was using you as a footstool.

<<if $analExp gt 0>><<set $rachel.anal = $rachel.anal + 1>><<set $analExp = $analExp + 1>>Suddenly, but slowly, you feel a thin, gentle penetration of your anus.  Oh God no, you think, she's fucking me up the ass with the heel of her boot.  You groan as your anus dilates to let her in.  "You like that, don't you?" Rachel asks.  "//Real// women don't take it up the ass, you know.  That's strictly for buttslut whores.  The only things that go up my ass are the tongues of little asslickers like you."  Rachel begins slowly thrusting her heel in and out of your ass.  She seems to be taking great care not to tear you, which she could easily do with that stiletto heel of hers.  You hadn't even realized Rachel could //be// gentle before, but you certainly appreciate it now.  She apparently was doing it just to degrade you, though, as she pulls her heel out after only a few minutes.

<<endif>>Rachel stands up abruptly.  "Roll over on your back, slave," she says.  You roll over and look at her looming over you, her sheer presence overwhelming you, making you feel small, weak, and powerless.  She lowers herself onto your chest, just below your breasts, making it slightly difficult for you to breathe.  Your nostrils are overcome by the scent of her pussy, although your view of it is still obscured by her skirt.  <<if $pierced.nipples>>She takes a hold of the rings in your nipples and twists them gently, though it still causes you to gasp a little from the pain.<<endif>>

"You're going to be a good little whore for me, aren't you?" she asks.

[[Yes, Rachel.]]<<if $subF gte 65>>
[[I am all yours to use however you like, Rachel.]]<<endif>>