That is what this is: a footstool. This is where it belongs: at my feet. Credit cards and cash in hand.

Worship my feet quietly as I use your face to rest my bare feet on.

I'll be buying up sexy designer clothing and whatever else I want, and once I burn through one credit card, I stretch my hand out and magically, the footstool raises an appendage to offer a new one.

One foot on the face, one foot on the crotch, and that's all I need to turn a grown man into a piece of furniture.

There are other ways to shop on a man, and so I get off the chair... Show more