What did Rob and Zoe get up to that summer?

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I'm on the mend since my mishap - but what happened next in my adventures?

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Sorry to keep you waiting, but I fell off my push bike!

Good morning footboys!

You are no doubt wondering what has happened to Fifi the past few weeks?  I promised I would post to your eager eyes before this,  but I had a bit of a mishap.

As I live in the tropics, in Queensland, Australia, you can imagine that it's hot.  Very hot.  27c hot, and as is my habit, I pedalled down the street, on my bike, minding my own business, when I hit a pothole and bounced onto the roadway.  Ouch!  So covered in scrapes and scratches, not to mention the bruises, I decided no one would want to see my sad body, so the www.camlive.com work (as the_foot_lady)   has been suspended until I heal up a bit.

But I'm still enjoying Twitter...

@FifiFoxfoot

Please come and say hi if you are on Twitter too.  I hope to get back on cam at the end of next week, depending on how I look.

And I've changed the layout of my blog; some of you hated the black background and said it was hard to read: so I listened to my footboys and have gone vanilla!  (Only on the printed page, you understand?)

OK, enough of my health problems.   You want to see some pics of my feet, don't you, you bad boys?

Well, alright, here's one...

White silky panties and black heels...

Oh before I forget, who wants to buy my old stinky sneakers?  Size 35 euro, they are well worn.  You'll like them...  See pic below.

Fifi's sneakers...  waiting for you.

I'm selling them for AU$50.00  and you pay for postage.

If you are interested email me at fifithefootlady@gmail.com

And you can pay me via Paypal if that suits.   I have worn stockings too.  Just tell me what you like and I'll see if we can come to some cosy arrangement...

Oh yes, where was I with my foot adventures at that grand country mansion back in the 80s?

Well footboys, you are wondering what went on next with Rob?  He was waiting for me to come and 'see to him' as it were, but after the session I had just been through with Tom, I was wondering if I could muster the desire to get going again.

Then, of course, the thought of the money spurred me on.   I was sure I could find the will somehow.

The clock in the hall was chiming.    I quickly returned to my own room to change costume and touch up my makeup and hair.

Looking in the mirror, I could see my face was flushed with anger.  Tom Randler was a complete bastard I had come to realise, and I felt better now about (maybe) striking him too hard with that paddle and the other implements.  

I removed my black leather corset and fished around the suitcase of clothes I had brought away with me to find something a bit softer looking.  Black lace sprang to mind and I found what I was after and got changed.

I was going for the erotic more than the leather lovers look.  

I found my high heel black patent shoes ...

and a pearl choker necklace....

A quick slick of red lipstick...

And I was ready to go.

Oh and a squirt of YSL Paris perfume!  I knew it was Rob's fave.   If you have never smelt it, go and try it out; it's lovely...

I threw my cape around my shoulders and looked one more time into the full-length mirror.  Yep, I was ready for action.

Now footboys, I am sure at this juncture you want to see some feet?  Yeah, I knew you would like that...

Tied up with black pantyhose...

I knocked gently on the door of Rob's room.  I heard nothing.  Then just as I was about to knock again, the door opened and Rob was standing there with a glass of champagne in hand.

'Fifi, my dear, you are the picture of loveliness in that outfit.  Here, this is for you.' 

As he handed me the glass, I tottered on those very high heels into his private suite.  What a difference from Tom's one.  None of the macho swords and shields on the wall here.  This room had been decorated for a lady - well, the wallpaper was very feminine, with roses and vines and the curtains were pink velvet.   Did I wonder if Tom, being now I realised, none too fond of Rob, had put him in here on purpose?   I perished that thought with a sip of the champers, as I put my bag down on the pink velvet sofa in front of the fireplace.   A large brass double bed was against the back wall and the on suite bathroom was to the left of the bed.  

I removed my cloak and placed it over the back of the sofa.  Rob sipped his champagne and smiled approvingly.  He was dressed in silk blue and white striped pajamas, with his hair slicked back with gel.  He was as ever, trim and very athletic looking. 

'Oh Fifi, how did you know I absolutely love black high heels?  And that corset - well black lace always does get the blood pumping I find?'

Rob's were silk, but you get my drift? (And Rob had a comparable body type to this pic...)

As I sat there on the sofa with Rob, sipping my drink, I was wondering if I should mention the conversation I'd had with Tom about Rob.  Remembering that I was like a priest in the confessional, I decided to keep my mouth shut.  

'So Rob, Thanks for the champers, I do love Moet & Chandon.  And I'm so glad you love my outfit; I had a feeling you were a black lace kind of guy... I have to say those PJs look pretty cool on you...'

'Why thank you, Fifi.  Now sip that drink, and we can talk about what we might get up to in our little 'play' session...'  He leant back onto the pink cushions on the sofa.   'I was thinking of a bit of role play if that suits you?'

Now of course during my time as foot mistress, role play had been enjoyed now and then.  It's amazing how many men want to be spanked by a superior figure (usually a teacher or mother) and called a naughty boy.  Whatever floats your boat.  

But what Rob then told me, took me completely by surprise...

And that's where I am leaving you at this point...  

Stay tuned for next week's episode.

XXX Fifi  

 fifithefootlady@gmail.com

@FifiFoxfoot