We might almost make this work." I paused, hearing Suzanne lighting a cigarette. "So, what's the plan now?" Well, the show's in ten days, so that give... you plenty time to prepare. Although, considering your performance last night, I don't think you need it." That word again, performance. It made me feel uneasy - who was I performing for, exactly? "So thought we'd do a dress rehearsal. Are you still there?" I was, and said so. "Good, well I phoned the paper, the one that published that story on. These rules are greatly respected and have never been disregarded, regardless of the time, place, or situation.The very first of these rules was our warning system communication; a traffic light collection of colours; red, yellow, or green, that expressed how comfortable each of us was with what was happening. Whilst I play the submissive role and you play my dominating Master, we have always done so with the utmost respect and care, and this system ensures that continues. This was not a new. My father looks at him and says, "Hi dad. Do you remember our conversation about your messy house? Well, Janice and I thought that maybe you would like Trisha to help you tidy up the place a bit. I know she doesn't have a lot of experience, but she can be a big help to you."Dad then glances at me and suggests, "Now you behavior yourself and do what he says, or you'll be punished when you get home."I frown, wanting to scream no at the top of my lungs, "screw-you," but knew I'd better not. So I. I scrubbed them anyway."It took twenty minutes for them to dry. Why did you do that? Did you not like them? Was it the wrong color?" She had rinsed her hair and was holding the bottle of conditioner as I looked up her body, retracing my trek until I met her eyes."No," I said simply. I looked back down at her feet. Feet really didn't do it for me. I liked the intimacy they could be used for though. Granted, Erin had found a way to make me like feet. She had used hers to get me off while we ate.