Did you like that, Mistress? I love doing that to you. Making you moan. Making you cum. I love how you go limp after, Mistress. When we hold each other like this, how you murmur and your eyelids flutter and you get so relaxed...
So warm... you’re so warm …
“That world? Out there?”
“Yes. The one you left behind, for me. Does it still entice you?”
“...It’s pretty, you know. The sunset, I mean.”
“You’re pretty. Beautiful, actually. Perfect. Seeing you like this... I couldn’t resist you.”
“That’s funny. And then you asked me to …
She hadn’t meant to barge in. But the party was so noisy, and so boring, and she’d had too much to drink... She needed quiet, just for a moment, so she had run upstairs—to the extent you could run in heels on over-plush carpet—and didn’t …
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 …
"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 …