So many feet passed by you and you were turned on by every one. Young, old, mature, Milfs, middle aged, college girls. They all gave you a raging hard on and an unnecessary thirst no matter what type of shoes they were wearing. Sneakers, pumps, flats, heels, boots and flip flops. You wanted to come so bad, but couldnt because of your plastic prison. Finally one girl wearing light blue sandals stopped in front of you. She peeked into your cardboard prison and you saw it was none other than your caring best friend Sally!
"I cant believe it! I actually found you! They told me you would be shipped off to this Omega-Dispensary, but I never thought I would find you because they said you were so rare someone would buy you and place you under their soles as soon as you arrived here. I made it just in time."
"Oh Sally thank god you're here. I was so afraid some lonely housewife or spoiled brat child would come and purchase me as a toy but now you can help me. If there was any girl I'd rather serve in the world I'd rather it would be you because you would be nice to me right? Hurry up and buy me before I become some kids birthday gift! I'm getting a bad feeling just sitting here."
"What, I cant here you? I can read your lips a little, but thats it. Let me go ask my mother for some money to buy you. I dont have a Foot ************* servant yet, so I'm pretty sure the people who work here will have no problem with me taking you home."
Sally stood up and you watched as her pedicured toes spun around and walked away. Pretty soon you would be under those feet and smelling their sweet fragrance. At least thats what you thought. Another girl you're age saw that they had footslaves in stock and couldn't pass up this opportunity to own something like you. She took you off the shelf and headed to the check out registers thinking of all the ways she could use you when she got home.
At first you thought you were saved, but now it seemed like you were doomed to be another one of your peers footboys. Luckily for you, Sally saw the girl pick you up, but it's not like she could force the girl not to purchase you. Even still, she had to try something to free you from her clutches?
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