Choosing Her Date

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I am totally smitten by the great beauty of the blonde-haired customer-mistress, and her black and red sneakers and white and red tube socks – so much so that I foolishly ask her out on a date (that’s to say, I invite her to return to my footoire again later this evening, since I am forbidden to ever step out of my public footoire cubicle).

She laughs at me, and informs me that she has better things to do with her precious, female time, since she will be going out on a hot date with her manly boyfriend tonight.

I hastily backtrack, and suggest that I had only meant that I would be truly honoured to spend some more time with the mistress’s used and discarded sneakers and socks, since I am not worthy of her prolonged physical presence in my footoire.

Again she laughs at me and tells me just to shut up and get on with my job of lickshining her dirty sneakers.

Later that evening she does return to my dirty footoire – but with her boyfriend! She tells him what I had said to her earlier, and he too laughs at me. He invites her to choose her date for the evening – and she, quite rightly, chooses him.

However, the magnanimous master-sir does still hold out the possibility of them dumping his beautiful, blonde girlfriend’s used sneakers and socks with me on their way home after their date.

I am honoured – and verbally praise and bless the happy, considerate couple.

P.S. The superior couple never did return to my humble footoire with the madam’s used sneakers and socks. Presumably they both had much better things to do with their time.

Choosing Her Date For The Evening by patheticus on GoAnimate

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