Her heels click-clacked against the stone walkway that led to the large wooden front door. A young man in his early twenties opened the door as she climbed up the steps.
"Good morning, Miss Smith," greeted the boy, bowing in front of the short lady who stood before him. The young man bent down in front of the lady and laid a quick kiss on each of the round toes of her black leather pumps. As he got up from his kneeling position, he went back to his standing position by the large door.
"Good morning, Patrick," she greeted him back, her voice was shrill but with an intimidating and dominant air to it.
She entered the large building through the door that the boy named Patrick held open. The three inch heels of her shoes emerged into the large front room of the orphanage, where a tall lady in a dark blue blouse and long black trousers that were flared at the bottom stood. Her high heeled leather ankle boots were barely visible under the wide bottoms of her pants legs, only their rounded toes sticking out. Miss Smith slowly neared her, the rhythmic taps of her heels getting slower and spread more far apart. The tall woman, who towered over the much shorter lady before her, didn't look Miss Smith in the eyes as she was approaching her. Her head was instead tilted completely downwards so she looked at her black trousers and the toes of her ankle boots sticking out from beneath them as they stood, completely still, on the brown marble floor of the large room.
Miss Smith reached the woman, standing directly in front of her so the rounded toes of her shoes were visible to the much taller woman as she kept her head tilted. The short woman's French tipped fingers slowly reached out towards the taller woman's chin, pushing it upwards so that the two were making eye contact. None of their facial expressions changed as they stared at each other, the taller lady's almost conveying a feeling of fear.
"Why did you summon me here, Sophia?" asked Miss Smith, both pairs of their spectacle-clad eyes still locked onto each other.
The woman named Sophia stepped back slightly and shifted her weight onto her toes as she slowly knelt down before Miss Smith. Her hands touched the cold floor and her head tilted down, as her lips, covered in a natural pink lipstick, made contact with the toes of the short woman's shoes. Much like the boy did only seconds earlier, Sophia pecked Miss Smith's shoes with a quick kiss on each toe, but not getting up from her knelt position like him.
"Mistress, I found a perfect student," she said, her voice shaky and frightened.
"I trust he's ready for me to inspect him?" quizzed Miss Smith's shrill voice, looking down at the sight before her as the tall lady was knelt down at her feet and staring at her shoes.
"Of course, Mistress," confirmed Sophia, still obviously intimidated by the woman in front of her. "He's waiting in the cellar for you, Mistress."
"Take me to him," said Miss Smith, lifting up her left foot and tapping Sophia in the chest with the toe of her shoe, gesturing for her to get up from her position below her. Sophia slowly eased back up to a standing position, and turned around when she was upright again.
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The ladies' heels walked through the halls of the orphanage towards the cellar. All the doors in the hallways were locked, and the boys of the orphanage were bound to their rooms. Reaching the end of the long hallway, there was a wooden door unlike any other in the orphanage. The rooms of the boys all had white doors with simple handles on them, but this one was much larger and held closed by a myriad of locks and bolts.
From her right trouser pocket, Sophia retrieved a keyring with five keys on it, one for each lock of the door. Her hands trembled as she unlocked all of them, and her long, slender fingers reached for the golden doorknob. The knob was turned and the door was pushed open, revealing a stone staircase that led downwards.
Sophia stepped aside, allowing Miss Smith to walk by her and down into the cellar. It wasn't a very long staircase, and she reached the end. She turned right and saw a familiar sight.
In the middle of the small cellar, was a low wooden table. It was the only item inside the completely empty room with dull cement walls, dimly lit by a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. This was except for a young man who was stood on top of the table, completely nude. His hands were by his sides and his eyes were covered by a black cloth to block his vision. He was trembling and frightened as he stood there, his bare feet were shuffling around on the table constantly.
He had heard the two pairs of heels walk down the staircase, and he knew that he was being watched by Miss Smith and the matron of the orphanage, Sophia. The boy gulped in fear, his loud, deep breaths audible as he waited in fear.
Miss Smith held out her left palm towards Sophia, and the tall lady immediately reached into the left pocket of her trousers and pulled out a white packet of sorts. She slowly placed it in the outstretched palm before her. Miss Smith took hold of the packet and slowly tore open the top, reaching inside with her delicate fingers to pull out something.
A white latex glove was pulled from the packet, and dangled from Miss Smith's fingers. She crumpled it up into her hand as she reached into the packaging to retrieve the other. Her hand stretched out once again, and this time Sophia slowly took the packet from it and slowly slid it into her pocket again.
Miss Smith pinched the two gloves between her fingers by the cuffs and allowed the crumpled latex bundle to unravel itself so the gloves hung from the grasp of her thumb and index finger. She put her right hand into one of the gloves, slowly filling it with her soft flesh and flaring her hand open before curling her fingers to make sure they were secure inside before snapping on the glove. The loud snap made the nude boy jump as he stood on the table. The process was repeated for the left glove, as it was slowly pulled onto her hand before being secured with a loud snap.
The boy's breathing intensified as he heard a pair of high heels nimbly approach him, then the clicks stopping before starting to circle him. Miss Smith looked up and down the boy's naked body as she circled him, her gloved hands folded in front of her. As she visually inspected him she paid extra attention to his sexual organs. More specifically, his stubby flaccid penis that hung between his legs. His skin was very light and he obviously didn't get much exposure to the sun. His feet still shuffled around on the small table occasionally to ensure he kept his balance, but their constant movement also conveyed a feeling of great anxiety.
There was nearly complete silence in the room for a few seconds as Miss Smith planted down her feet firmly in front of the young man after circling him a few times. Sophia watched on in curiosity, paying great attention as her Mistress's latex gloved hand reached out towards the nude boy's flaccid member.
The sudden coolness of her gloved hand, applied so unexpectedly to his testicles, made him sharply inhale. Miss Smith smirked to herself as she cupped the boy's scrotum in her left hand, hearing his breathing pattern change once more. He gulped out of anxiety once again, and she started to roll his testicles between her fingers.
"So, tell me," she spoke, and the boy heard her shrill voice for the first time since she had entered. "What's your name, young man?"
"P- Err... Paul Edwards, Miss," stuttered the boy, having to clear his throat partway through his answer.
"Paul Edwards, you have a noticeably small penis, wouldn't you agree?" asked Miss Smith in an insulting tone. She didn't hold back on humiliating the boy on their first meeting whatsoever.
