My Own Little Pay Pig

Amidst the bustling aisles of the shopping center, I found myself drawn to an unassuming display of shoes. As I admired a pair in my size, a voice interrupted my reverie.

‘My, what lovely feet you have,’ it said.

I turned to find myself facing a doe-eyed young man, his gaze fixed on my toes. ‘Are you… worshipping them?’ I asked, my voice a mixture of amusement and wariness.

‘Only if you allow it, milady. It is my honor and my pleasure to bask in the radiance of your sacred feet.’

To my astonishment, he knelt before me, his eyes gleaming with a strange reverence. Bargains couldn’t have tempted me more than this unusual encounter. I succumbed to his whim, permitting him to kiss the soles of my shoes, murmuring his adoration as he did so.

For hours, I wandered through the store, my companion a willing footrest. He paid cheerfully for my every purchase, his generosity far outweighing the strange nature of our acquaintance. As the sun began to set, it was time for us to part ways.

‘Until next time, my paypig,’ I whispered, my voice both teasing and tinted with a hint of affection.

As I watched him leave, I couldn’t help but smile. Who would have thought that a day of shopping could be both so delightful and so… surreal?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *