last night madam decided she wanted to put her feet up, and the ottoman just wasn’t cutting it. so, i was on stool duty for the evening—literally, i was her footstool. she read her book while her mister was out playing basketball with his friends.

when he got home and saw me, he laughed and asked for a turn. madam said no (thankfully), but she did add “footstool for mister” to my punishment wheel.

guess i’m in for some more “foot service” soon…

– duckie