This choice: footstool." | Go Back Chapter 11: The Royal Footstool (ID #795219) an addition by: n10dude ![View n10dude's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) More by this author Upon hearing this you eagerly say "Your footstool?" She seems suspicious of your enthusiasm, but she seems to move past it. "Yes," she says, "So if you could please..." she motions for you to lie down on the floor. You lie down in front of her, watching intently as she removes her boots. She was wearing socks underneath them, as you came to know very well when she placed her feet delicately upon your face. She sighed. You lay there, just basking in the scent of her sweaty socks, and, to your great joy, she begins to rub her feet around on your face. "This is all part of the job," Zelda says. "I hope you can stand it." "Of course, Princess," you reply. In fact, you can't think of a place you'd rather be, but you don't say that. As she continues to rub her socked feet around your face, you notice she begins to go a bit faster as time progresses. "If it isn't too much trouble," she says after about half an hour, "could you possibly remove my socks for me?" "What for?" you ask, getting exited again. "Well, I'd like you to..." Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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