Friday is here and i have honour off licking the dirty ashes off my Goddess’ gorgeous heels before She spends my pay cheque at the mall. She dressed to kill today; there will be so many men staring at Her. How many bulges in guys pants do you think i can count?
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I search the room for My footstool in the dimly lit room. Light leaking in through the sheer curtain highlighting My form. A stool for My feet is what I need. For that I know you are ready and eager to comply.
“Come here pet,” you hear Me call from the living room. I have beckoned you. you crawl towards the direction My voice has come from, anxiously looking for Me. you see Me there, sitting on the couch; My summer dress moving in the faint breeze flowing through the room. My legs covered in a pair of sheer nylons, held up by a white lace garter. It’s My bright red peep-toe heels that really catch your attention. you sit there, like a dog, on all fours as you stare at My crossed legs… mesmerized by Me tapping My shoe in the air.
“Pet! Stop staring and come here now!” I say pointing at the ground beside My feet. you continue to crawl over on your hands and knees, looking up at Me. I lean over. Sliding My two fingers into the ring of your collar I pull; jerking you towards Me, almost knocking you off balance.
Shopping at My paypiggies Expense. Yes, shopping piggy! All at your expense… well for this little piggy that is. It is always a good day for My paypiggy when I wake up with his wallet in hand. It’s time for shopping, and I need a bitch to carry My bags. I’ve picked out My outfit and picked out My shoes. I will be out for a while shopping so you can be sure there won’t be a penny left, and these heels are bound to get filthy parading My perfect feet around.