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."
"Rest assured, Cassie. You will not forget." He replied with a grin.
Cassie's eyes fixed on the stage as a man appeared. He was of average height with rugged, handsome features dressed in a dark suit similar to that of Erik's. A stagehand rushed not far behind him handing him what looked like a riding crop. Music began to ring out through the speakers.
"Well, well. I see we have a full house of kinky perverts this evening"! The man announced in a husky voice over the microphone. "So who shall be my willing victim tonight, hmmm?"
He swatted his gloved hand with the crop so loud it echoed throughout the room.
With that, at least a hundred screaming females started waving their hands violently in the air.
"You… yes you in the red dress." He gestured with his index finger for the attractive, young blond to come to the stage.
"Ahhh yes… you are a pretty one aren't you?" He said as he lightly ran the end of the crop over her neck and then between her curves. Reaching behind her, he slowly unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. This time he rubbed the tip of the crop over her breasts watching her nipples become erect to his touch.
