The first rule of the job was, don’t get attached. But.
It was one-way glass, of course. He knew that, and knew that not only was she unaware of his existence, every hour she spent in the white room removed her awareness of her world, her past, her self …
She hadn’t even seen the other woman’s face—squeezing through the crowded ballroom, someone brushed behind her, and then... that voice. Whispered in her ear, five simple words. She’d turned to look, caught just a glimpse of red satin, blonde hair, a pale elegant shoulder disappearing into …
She'd felt it as soon as she'd started to do up the zippers.
A tingle, hard to tell if it was in her pussy or just in her head. She'd giggled to herself at first, turned on by her own clothes! She didn't know who'd sent her the gift, but …
Her legs, bound in fishnets, shaped by heels, her legs were not her own.
Every step brings me closer
Every step takes me deeper
She felt so empty, but so heavy, she could never have climbed the steps on her own, but her treacherous legs, locked in lace, slowly did …
"The higher the heels," she whispered, "the better it feels."
Couldn't remember how she'd got there, but she leaned against the wall, so weak, legs trembling, so unused to the towering shoes that bound her body and ruled her mind.
"The higher the heels, the better it feels..."
She hoped …