Upon arriving home, Rachel found him busy finishing up her dishes. It looked like he had successfully vacuumed and tidied up most of the first floor rooms of her house. She kicked off her heels and headed for the couch, her mind swimming with stress after a long day at the office.
“Pet,” she commanded as she collapsed into the cushions.
Eric hurried into the living room and knelt before her.
“Welcome home, Mistress.” He took her left foot in his hands and began to massage her.
Rachel sucked in breath and settled in. Gosh, she would never get tired of having him at her beck and call.
“What else would you like me to do for you, Mistress?”
“Just this, pet,” she said, tiredly. “For now.” She hummed and sighed as he rubbed, switching feet. His hands rubbed up her calves as well. It took a long time for Eric to get good with his hands. He was a passionate learner, however. The day she claimed him and the through the weeks to follow, he was not good at pleasuring her. But his eagerness and his body made Rachel want to keep him. He was a lover, a true worshiper at heart. With enough punishment, and some loving guidance, he whipped *himself* into shape.