Her hands trembled as she carefully removed the lid and pulled back the delicate tissue paper to reveal its contents. They were the most beautiful pair of black stiletto heels she had ever seen! Buried beneath the sea of paper, was a folded up note that simply read: "If I was wrong on the size, humour me and wear them anyway. No excuses this time, Cassie."
After slipping them on, she strutted across the room noticing immediately that the shoes were at least half a size too small. She peeked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled at how well they enhanced the definition in her well-toned calves. Sure, it hurt to walk, stand, or even move, but damn…she looked fantastic!
The events of that day replayed in her mind as she lay silent staring at the ceiling that night. She thought about Erik's reaction to the shoes, then about how his eyes met hers while his finger brushed against her flesh. Her hand drifted to her breast, palm lightly stroking over the soft nipple causing it to harden. She imagined it was Erik's insistent touch continuing onward after undoing her button. Why did she have to flinch? Why did he have to stop? Her hand travelled between her moist thighs as she spread her legs hungrily, inserting a finger inside the sopping tunnel. She withdrew the finger then brought it to her nose, sniffing her own sweet nectar. What was this strange control he had over her? It didn't take much more playing before her body grew flush, and the most amazing orgasm shot through her.
The next day, as Erik looked Cassie up and down, she couldn't help but notice his smile of approval.
"You look lovely, Cassie. The shoes…how do they fit?"
"They are a little bit small." Cassie replied, "They pinch my feet when I walk."
"And yet, you still wore them for me." He said as his smile grew wider and his eyes softened.
Cassie felt herself blush.
"Tonight," Erik continued, " I have a special surprise for you."
Cassie hung on his every word.
"That back room is so stuffy, and I couldn't help but notice your interest in observing my establishment up close and personal. For fun, Cassie, tonight we will conduct the interview right inside the club. What better way is there to get the full S&M experience then to be a part of it?"
Cassie let out a gulp, but then nodded her head in agreement knowing full well he was right.
Erik led Cassie over to a private little booth and sat across from her so that she was facing the stage. When the lights dimmed, he let out a chuckle watching her squint her eyes trying to scribble notes in the darkness. A few minutes later, he finally reached across the table and grabbed the pen from her hand, placing it on the table.
"I have to take notes, Mr. Gamble," Cassie explained weakly "or else I might forget."
