You don't always get what you want...

Ages ago in one of our wanderings He picked up a new pair of Converse for his captured breeding programme and one small slave picked up a rather odd coloured dress. Well it was rather more of a body stocking with sleeves than a dress, but the breasts look fabulous in it. Today we went in search of shoes to go with the dress, which was when, as He was getting dressed, we discovered that he had picked up the wrong size... boy was he miffed to find out they didn't have them in his actual size... but we will get back to that later. This is all about one small slave and shoes... well it was supposed to be at any rate, but now we are getting ahead of ourselves...

The plan was a quick viper raid into the city to go to the favourite shoe store. Now what sparked that was the shoe porn they sent one via the mail. Honestly whoever shoots their catalogues should be doing porn. They are that talented that they manage to make a shoe look positively sexually inviting. Though if you were buying shoes via their mail service... let's just say some customers are in for a very rude shock when they open up their parcels.  Their colour reproduction leaves a lot to be desired. That was why one went in to see them in the flesh... so to speak.

On the bright side an extremely expensive pair of dark chocolate brown boots did not follow one home... due to that unfortunate colour reproduction, they were more milky than chocolate...  so one did save some money. It almost made up for the parking... two hours and $30 later. Why you may be wondering did it takes so long to do a viper raid on one shoe store? Well you had better ask Him...

The one who was being impeded by the new shirt and jacket and oh yes... the new pair of boots... that were slowing his getaway.

Anyway off we set to the discount stores to buy one an off colour pair of shoes to go with the odd coloured dress. A pair of shoes that one had no great desire to spend oodles of money on as they are probably only going to be worn once... maybe twice 'cos they are going to go with nothing else in the wardrobe...

Not even the denim belt skirt that He bought one. Oh you think one small slave is exaggerating? The damn thing has a one and a half inch zip. It barely grazes the cunt and if there was hair... it would look like a fringe at the bottom of the damn thing. It is the most pointless bit of clothing ever...

He thinks it's sexy K

Anyway He exchanged his Converse for another two pairs... that only took forever as he vacillated between colours... and one did manage to find something to go with the dress. Why is it that the pair of shoes that are bought purely for colour always turn out to be the most comfortable things you own? What is with that? And why do they never seem to be available in any other colour?

Sighs some days the shoe gods just hate one small slave and it's so unfair. It's not like one forsakes them... hell there is a shrine to them in the study... all 50 odd pairs of them (after the last cull) and still they turn their backs on one. Shoes are angry, vengeful gods it would seem L