iwillserveu
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I use the first person a lot to make the story more immediate. This is not autobiographical. I invite any and all comments.
My Mistress decided to take me shopping. No, not "toy" shopping computer stuff shopping. At Best Buy she bought a router and things for me to install on her computer. Then we went to lunch. At Ruby Tuesday's i had the salad bar and water while she had a burger and fries with a wine cooler. (She can get drunk, i'll drive.) When i tried to sit on the same side of the booth as her she giggled and told me to sit opposite her.
Then the fun began.
"My feet are so sore, dearie," she said. "I want a foot rub."
"Yes, Mistress," i said. i assumed she meant when we got back. i was wrong.
"Now," she said.
We were in a booth. i started to get out to kneel but she said, "No, stay there," and lifted her feet onto my side of the booth.
i don't have a foot fetish so it was just a foot rub for me. i took off her left shoe and started rubbing her foot. The waiter gave me a surprised look but said nothing.
"That feels good, dearie," said My Mistress. "Do the other one now. When we get home you can do it right."
i don't know what doing it right would entail, but i'm sure she will show me. (In fact i know she will show me and i look forward to it..:))
Then the manager came over and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, but we have to ask you to wash your hands before you use the salad bar."
i could have pointed out that i could pick my nose before coming in, but i don't want to make a scene. "Yes," i say, "of course."
When he leaves She says, "Put my shoe back on and wash your hands."
After the obligatory "Yes, Ma'am" (a waiter was too near for "Mistress") i go wash my hands. When I return she has gotten some olives from the salad bar. She spears one on the fork and feeds me. I feel eyes burning on me as she spears another one.
"Eat nicely," she says, "or I'll make airplane noises."
i'm rescued when her meal arrives. "You are going to have to feed yourself," she says through the chuckles.
After another wine cooler she finishes. (Why do women eat slower than men?) Just loud enough for everybody to hear she says, "Let's go. I have to make your ass red."
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When the Lady smiles i can't resist her call. As a matter of fact, i don't resist at all. Well that depends if it is a smile or a grimmace. 
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