One day, Ellen was sweeping the floor of a restaurant she owned. She heard someone walk through the entrance, so she lifted up her head to gaze upon the customer. Ellen gasped out in shock over what she saw.

Ellen was staring right at a naked barefoot woman who had entered her restaurant, refusing to have put on a shirt with her massive breasts out on full display for the owner to gawk at. The only piece of clothing the strange woman was wearing was a pair of extremely short shorts that left little to the imagination. Ellen was too stunned by the woman’s sheer audacity to respond at first, until she remembered to turn around to point at a sign on the wall behind herself.

“No shirt, no shoes, no service.” Ellen read the sign aloud, emphasizing every word to drive the point home for the woman to leave.

“Hey, at least I’m wearing some kind of clothing.” The customer pointed to her own shorts. “That’s gotta count for something, right?”

Ellen pointed to the wall again. “Read the sign!” She glared at the naked customer.

Instead of leaving, the woman rudely grabbed a menu, and marched over to a table to sit down and look over all the different menu items. Ellen followed the woman over to the table with the intent to tell her she had to leave right away, but was stopped when the woman propped up her bare feet on the table in a very disrespectful way, never lifting her gaze away from the menu her face was buried into.

Ellen was really thankful that no other customers were in the restaurant at the moment, because she felt she would’ve died of secondhand embarrassment if anyone else could see what she had to deal with. “Look lady, I don’t know what you think-“

Ellen was immediately caught off guard when the customer suddenly started wiggling her red-painted toes over the table. The longer Ellen mindlessly stared towards the woman’s feet, the more she felt all the hypnotic wiggling movements of her toes piercing her mind and making her more compliant towards the customer.

“Think…” Ellen struggled to stammer out. “Not… thinking…” She started to drool a little out the corner of her mouth at the sight of the naked woman’s sexy feet.

The customer turned over a page of the menu she was holding. “I think I’ll take the Roasted Chicken Dinner.” She ordered while wiggling her hypnotic toes some more for Ellen to enjoy.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll get started right away on your order, ma’am.” Ellen was just about to turn away and head into the kitchen to cook the chicken, but was suddenly stopped in her tracks when she heard the woman snapping her fingers for her attention. Ellen immediately stood up rigidly straight and obediently saluted the customer.

“Oh, and my meal’s gonna be on the house.” The customer mischievously giggled.

“Yes ma’am! The customer is always right!” Ellen cheerfully exclaimed as she ran into the kitchen.

Soon, the woman was enjoying her chicken dinner while Ellen was standing right behind her like an obedient hypnotized doll, dutifully rubbing the woman’s naked shoulders with her hands all with a very dazed look on her face. The customer snapped her fingers again to get Ellen’s attention. “Why don’t you recite the revised edition of your clothing policy that I so generously crammed into your docile mind?” The woman cheekily asked.

“Of course, Luna. Anything you desire, Luna.” Ellen responded in a monotone voice.

“That’s Mistress Luna to you.” The woman evilly giggled.

“Yes, Mistress Luna.” Ellen immediately ran over to the other side of the table, and leaned over to start making out with Luna’s large breasts while sucking on her nipples, causing Luna to moan out loud from feeling Ellen’s lips and tongue worshipping her breasts. “No shirt…” Ellen began to recite.

Ellen popped her lips off of Luna’s nipples, so that she could leave several trails of kisses up and down the soles of Luna’s bare feet that she was still propping up on the table. Ellen wrapped her lips around each toe sucking and kissing on them one by one, before returning to Luna’s soles to drag her tongue up and down the length. “No shoes…” Ellen continued.

Ellen leapt under the table and got down on her hands and knees. Luna dragged her feet off of the table, and then stuck them underneath where Ellen could see them. Luna suddenly pressed her feet against Ellen’s back as if she were claiming her body as her personal footstool.

“No problem…” Ellen finished while hissing out in pleasure. Luna dug her bare feet further into Ellen’s back to emphasize how much better she was than her, and that Ellen deserved to be at her feet. Luna leaned back in her chair enjoying the rest of her meal, alternately dragging her bare feet up and down Ellen’s back. Luna thought about how much she was going to love using her conquered servant to get all of the free meals that her heart desired.