I'm a love therapist. My job is to help clients experience what it's like to be in love.

One day, a client comes to me, wanting me to serve him in a different manner.

"You're finally here, Ginny. There's one client who's been waiting for you for ages," Luke Smith said.

I'd just arrived at the store when he—the store manager—pulled me aside. "One of the clients came and specifically requested for your services. He's already waiting in the private room."

He looked around, then whispered, "He brought some tools with him. I think… You should probably watch out for him. Keep yourself safe."

I, Ginny Vine, was surprised to hear that. I was a love therapist, and what I mainly did was allow clients to experience what it felt like to be in love by interacting with them. Certain physical contact wasn't explicitly mentioned but was expected.

The fact that Luke was so cautious told me that this client probably wasn't to be trifled with. Still, I smiled. "It's okay. I can handle it."

I prepared myself and smiled professionally before heading into the private room. "Good day, sir. I'm your love therapist… for the day."

I subconsciously lowered my voice toward the end of my sentence, my smile stiffening at the sight of the tools laid out. The client looked normal—he seemed to be in his early 30s and looked like a gentleman. The only jarring thing about this scene was the adult toys laid on the table.

My anxiety level started rising. Could it be that this client had some weird fetishes? Still, I had to be professional. I sat beside him with a gentle smile.

"I'm your girlfriend today, okay? I can do whatever you want me to as long as it's within our rules and regulations." I acted like I didn't see the things on the table. I poured a glass of water and handed it to the client. Then, I leaned against him, polite yet not too distant. It was perfect.

The client's eyes gleamed when he looked at me. It seemed he was very satisfied. "As expected of the store's top therapist. You're as good as they say."

His gaze became excited. He picked up something from the table and waved it around, which made my smile freeze. Damn it! It looked like he wanted to…

Before I could react, he fell to his knees before me and held the adult toy above his head. He looked at me, his gaze almost worshipful. "From now on, you'll be my everything. I'll be your most loyal knight! Give me your orders, my queen!"

I was gobsmacked. I looked at the client, feeling at a loss for what to do. I thought the adult toys were for me, but they were actually for him.

The client was displeased by my hesitation. "Aren't you guys supposed to be capable of fulfilling all clients' needs? Can't you do this?"

I snapped to my senses and smiled. "Of course I can. We strive to make all our clients' desires come true!"

I smiled my sweetest smile. It was what most clients had liked most about me, but this one frowned. "A queen would never smile like that!"

Almost immediately, I realized what he meant. I dropped the smile and held my head high. I put on an arrogant look and stepped on his back. "Get down on all fours!"

I felt a little tentative as I did this. What if this pissed the client off?

To my surprise, he wasn't pissed at all. In fact, it excited him. He got on all fours with his head plastered to the floor. His tone became ingratiating and overjoyed. "Yes, my queen! Don't step on me too hard, milady. You don't want to tire yourself."

I was surprised to hear that. To tell the truth, this was my first time meeting such a client after being a love therapist for so long. In the past, we would always be the ones having to be careful when serving our clients. When had our clients ever treated us like this?

A feeling of ecstasy rose within me. I didn't hold back. Instead, I stepped on the client's back more forcefully. "Are you telling me what to do?"

The pressure from my foot made even his chest touch the floor. He turned his face so his cheek was pressed against the floor, getting dirt on it. He said cautiously, almost ingratiatingly, "Don't be mad, my queen. It's all my fault."

Only then did I release him. He obediently knelt by my feet and looked at me with bright eyes. He even seemed to stick out his tongue a little. He looked like a Samoyed.

For some reason, I couldn't help rubbing his head. "Not bad. I'll call you Marshmallow from now on."

I used to have a dog named Marshmallow.

"Thank you for bestowing a name upon me, my queen!" Marshmallow was evidently excited by his new name. He even rubbed his head against my palm.

I turned to look at the toys on the table, which excited Marshmallow even more. I slowly ran a finger over them; he couldn't take his eyes off me, even swallowing in agitation. He seemed to be guessing which toy I wanted to use on him.

"Which one do you like?" I asked casually.

Marshmallow moved to the table on his knees and gestured at one of the toys. I looked at it. It was a vibrator. Instantly, I understood what he meant and couldn't help frowning. It looked like this client got up to all sorts of wild stuff.

I picked the vibrator up and looked at it. It was pretty small and convenient—about the size of an egg. I looked at Marshmallow arrogantly. "I'm sure you know how to use it."

He nodded excitedly and respectfully took it from me. Then, he inserted it and handed me the remote. An odd sense of pleasure surged in me as I looked at it. The feeling of controlling someone's fate felt awesome.

I turned it on, and a hint of pain flashed across Marshmallow's face. Still, he remained on his knees without moving. This was my first time experiencing what it felt like to take the lead at work. To think someone was begging me to do this. It felt amazing to be in control.

My attitude was already starting to change as I looked at Marshmallow and saw how he was trying hard to remain rational despite his torment. I watched him silently as he remained compliant and obedient at my feet.

I was usually the one getting food and drinks for my clients, but now, he was doing it for me. I sipped the coffee he got for me before kicking him. "Do you know how hot this is? Are you trying to burn my tongue?"

"Don't be mad, my queen. I'll cool it down for you right now." Marshmallow looked nervous as he carefully blew on the coffee.

I kicked him again, making him fall over. "How do you expect me to drink that with all your saliva in it?"

"I'm sorry, milady. It's my fault. Please punish me." He lowered his head, acting like he was scared.

I pondered the situation, then chuckled when I looked at the rest of the toys on the table. "I want you to head to the bubble tea store opposite here and get me a cup. Keep the vibrator in you."

Marshmallow wasn't upset by my demand. On the contrary, he looked excited. He got dressed and hurried to the door. When he reached it, I turned on the vibrator and put it on medium intensity.

Marshmallow paused before opening the door. He trembled all over as he walked out.

I could see the bubble tea store from the window. While waiting, I mischievously played with the buttons on the remote. I didn't know what Marshmallow went through, but his face was bright red when he returned. Some of the bubble tea had spilled from the cup.

"Please have bubble tea, my queen," he said.

"How do you expect me to drink that when it's spilled?" I sounded displeased.

Marshmallow placed the bubble tea on the table before kneeling and pressing his forehead to the floor. "I'm sorry, milady. It's my fault. I promise it won't happen again."

I checked the time. Our hour together was almost up, so I let the matter slide. I slowly said, "The time you've reserved with me is almost up. You should clean up and get ready to leave."

His head shot up to check the time. Then, he crawled to me, looking fearful. He placed his hands on my knees and looked at me pleadingly. "Don't abandon me, milady! I'm your most faithful knight!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and made another reservation with Luke. At the same time, Luke informed me Marshmallow had booked my schedule for the next month.

I raised an eyebrow when I saw Luke had also sent me a screenshot of my commission from this deal and a joyful emoji. It looked like this client was going to be a long-term one.

"Can we exchange numbers, my queen?" Marshmallow asked in trepidation.

I subconsciously wanted to give him the number I used for work, but I held myself back when I looked into his eyes. Then, I chuckled. "Did you think you could get your queen's number just because you asked?"

He lowered his head fearfully. "I was expecting too much, milady. I only hope I can give you a better experience. What's mine is yours."

He pleaded with me several times before I gave him my number. Once I did that, he sent me a handsome sum on Venmo. I looked at him in confusion, but he smiled sycophantically. "You've worked hard today, my queen. This is a little something for you to buy some bubble tea and soothe your throat."

The amount put me in a good mood. I didn't reject him. Instead, I tilted his head with the tip of my shoe and gave him a satisfied look. "You're pretty obedient."

His smile widened. He looked like he was about to stick out his tongue. "It's my pleasure to please you, my queen! I'll give my life up for you!"

Marshmallow hung around for a long time. Before leaving, he even respectfully thanked me for my hard work. He didn't want me to walk him out, too.

I was smiling at my Venmo balance when Luke entered the room. He asked, "What was up with that? Why didn't you send the client off when he left?"

I could understand why he was worried. No matter how unique, our line of work was still in the service industry. We wouldn't have any more business if we failed to satisfy our clients.

"I wanted to, but he insisted that I stay. I probably would've upset him by seeing him off." I gave Luke a brief rundown of what had just happened. Instead of being happy, he frowned.

"I've heard that people who enjoy these things are mostly mentally twisted. You should be careful with him. We might not be able to help you if anything goes wrong."

I shuddered at his words. I had to admit he was right—it wouldn't be good if something happened to me. "Thanks for the heads-up. I'll watch myself around him."

Despite his reminder, he was still overjoyed by the money we'd made today. "I have to say this client is very generous. He even tipped the rest of us."

Only then did I realize Marshmallow had given Luke and the other staff tips when leaving the store. Tips weren't included in the store's revenue, so we could use the money as we saw fit. That was why we loved receiving tips from clients.

Since I'd been booked for a month, I didn't need to hang around at the store anymore. I was a college student, so I had to attend classes.

On this day, I'd just finished my classes for the morning and was about to return to the dorm. That was when I saw an expensive car parked outside the faculty building.

Someone stood beside it with a bouquet of roses. He seemed to be waiting for someone. My classmates whispered among themselves, trying to figure out who he was waiting for.

When I saw him, I immediately recognized him—it was Marshmallow. He looked delighted when he saw me and hurried to me. "This is for you, my queen."

He held out the bouquet, and he didn't lower his voice. The people around me gasped when they heard him and started whispering enviously. He drove an expensive car and looked like a successful man. Wasn't the fact that he called me his queen the greatest honor one could give their girlfriend?

The looks of the people around me made me feel uncomfortable. I was about to say something to Marshmallow when I noticed a remote tucked into the roses.