In the quiet of the living room, the babysitter, a goddess in her own right, asserts her dominance. She crosses her legs, displaying her stocking-clad feet, and orders the boy to attend to them. He complies, his hands trembling as he touches her feet, learning their contours, worshipping them. She uses him, her feet moving rhythmically, his face a canvas of ecstasy as he serves her, his body tensing with impending release.