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Collected by Djian
bond/fetish (sf), (mf)
The Stiletto Trap
by Lethr
It had been a long day at work, and it was great to finally be getting
home. My feet were killing me. I was wearing pumps with 4" heels all
day, and I don't think I sat down more than 2 times in 12 hours.
I arrived at home and found a package in the mail, with no return
address. I entered the house, sat down, and slowly slid my pumps off.
They throbbed with pain for a few minutes, and the pain slowly faded. I
sat back and relaxed for a few minutes. The box. What was in the box?
I opened it and found a pair of black patent pumps with 5" heels, the
bottom half was a gold metallic spike. The last thing on my mind was
wearing 5" heels! As I held them I noticed they were somewhat heavy--
at least heavier than shoes of that type were. They were very smooth
and flawless in their design. The metal heels were tapered to a point
about an eighth of an inch in diameter. The toes were short and very
pointed. I though of how uncomfortable and painful the shoes would be
with toes and heels like these had. The inside of each shoe had a
smooth metallic gold and silver laced pattern. I noticed some small pin
holes inside where the toes would be when worn and figured they were for
air circulation. They also seemed to be heavily padded all over the
inside with small, clear pillow-like cushions. These shoes looked
gorgeous! I looked through the box and found a pair of super sheer
black nylons with similar patterns on the foot that were in the shoes.
I had to try them on! They were my exact size-- size 7. I peeled off
the nylons I had been wearing all day. I pulled on the new nylons from
the box. They slid smoothely up my legs yet hugging my legs tightly.
They were strong and I imagined that they would never run. They were
definitely made for these shoes, because they forced my foot into the
position that my foot would take when the shoes were worn-- a high heel
arch position. They felt very strong. I stood up but my feet wouldn't
go flat! The nylons held my feet in the 'high heel' position. It felt
so strange! I sat down to try out the pumps. I picked up one of the
pumps and began to place my foot into it. I slid it on slowly. The
cushions felt so smooth as my foot slid further into the pump. It felt
quite snug, and i could feel the cushions surrounding my foot. I slid
the other on and stood up. I wondered if I could even walk in these! I
took a few steps and seemed to be doing fine. As I walked towards the
mirror, I heard a small click and pop from each shoe and felt something
inside quickly wrapping around my toes tighly! My feet began to get
warm and then quite hot. The cushions felt as if they popped and some
sort of hot liquid was surrounding my feet. There was a whining sound
coming from the pumps as my toes were getting wrapped up tighter and
tighter. I quickly walked to a chair to sit down to remove the
shoes.
The sensation in the shoes stopped after about 5 seconds as I sat down.
I grabbed the back of my left pump to remove it but it felt a little
snug. I used more force but my foot was stuck in the shoe! I began to
pull on the shoe very hard to try to remove it, and received an
electrical shock from the shoe that scared me half to death! Why did I
receive a shock? I couldn't believe what had happened! I tried again
and received another shock, this time quite painful, almost throwing me
to the floor! I sat there in disbelief. I tried to move my toes and
felt something wrapped tightly around them. Whatever it was, it must
have come from those small holes in the shoe. It felt as if each toe
was wrapped tightly in some sort of wire. I couldn't take the shoes
off. The cusions must have been filled with some sort of epoxy, which
formed a very stong bond between my foot and the shoe along the entire
surface of the inside of the shoe. I walked into the kitchen and got a
scissors to try to cut the shoes, but I couldn't cut the material. I
then ran into the garage and frantically searched for a cutters of some
kind. I found a metal bolt cutters and tried using that to cut the
heel. I squeezed the handles tighter and tighter, but nothing happened.
The shoes weren't even in the slightest way damaged. I forced the blade
between the shoe and the arch of my foot and squeezed the handles,
trying to cut the material. It wasn't working. The material wasn't even
scuffed. I sat down and started to cry, wondering what I was going to
do. In the corner of the garage was a torch and a pipe about 3 foot
long, left over from some recent plumbing which was done. I grabbed the
pipe and stuck one of my heels into the open end and tried to break off
the heel. I used all the force I had, but the heel didn't break or
become damaged at all. I was getting desperate. I lit the torch and
tried melting or damaging the heel. I held the blue flame to the black
patent portion of the heel above the gold metal spike for about 15
minutes. No luck at all. I was so scared I didn't know what to do. I
kicked and kicked the pavement, over and over with my heels as I
screamed to try breaking them but nothing changed. The shoes were on my
feet to stay.
That night I layed in bed wondering who could have sent them to me, and
why? I moved my toes a little and felt the slick surface of the inside
of the pumps. I finally fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning and got out of bed. It wasn't a dream; the
shoes were still on my feet. My toes hurt so much I could hardly walk.
The toes of the shoes were so short and pointed.
I received another package, unlabeled like the first. I opened it
hoping to find a clue as to the origin of my situation. I found a long
wire with a strange narrow plug on one side, and an electrical plug on
the other side. There was a note with it. It read: "After a few months,
you will receive a small shock every few minutes. When this happens,
insert the adaptor into the small flat slot near the top of the heel and
plug the other end into an outlet. At this time, you will no longer
receive the small shocks from either shoe. After 2 hours, do the same
with the other shoe. If you fail to follow the instructions, you will
begin receiving stronger and stronger shocks until the instructins are
followed. This process will need to be done every few months.". I
dropped the note. I couldn't believe what was happening.
I drove to a hardware store where I thought I might find a solution to
the problem. In the back corner was an area where chain was sold.
There was a powerful chain/bolt cutter used to cut very large chain.
When I knew nobody was watching, I placed my heel into the claw of the
cutter and forced the lever down. I used more force, and it finally
moved! It was moving down! I was going to be free! After the handle
went to the ground, I raised it and pulled my foot out of the cutter.
The shoe wasn't damaged! The heel was perfectly intact. I looked at
the cutter and realized that it was ruined. It had a large hump in the
blade where my heel had been. I ran out of the store and entered my
car, crying with fright.
As I sat in my car, I thought about the note I received with the second
package. I was completely terrified. How was I going to get these
things off? Months? I was going to go months without taking them off?
Ever? I was so upset with myself for putting them on in the first
place. God I was scared.
I cried myelf to sleep every night, hoping I would wake up the next
moring and find myself free of this nightmare, or hoping the next day I
would receive something in the mail telling me how to remove the shoes
and be free at last. It never happened. My feet hurt so badly for the
first couple days that I couldn't walk. The toes being so short and
pointed were responsible, and the 5" heels constantly forcing my feet
into the pointed toes. On the 3rd day my feet felt better, and I was
able to walk, but it still hurt.
A week had passed since the day I received the shoes, and I received a
letter: "You are probably wondering what is happening, and why you
received the shoes. It will not be explained. Accept what has
happened. The shoes can never be removed. Although there is nothing
anyone can do to remove the shoes, do not attempt to seek help. You are
being monitored. Any attempt to seek help will be severly punished. You
have been warned." My heart was racing. I was shaking so much that I
couldn't stand.
Days passed, then weeks. I was living my life, 24 hours every day, in
5" heels. I slept with them on, showered in them, everything. They
weren't showing even the least bit of wear after a month.
I received a package in the mail. I opened it and found a letter and a
square box. The note read: "Communication may be necessary. Enclosed
is a device which will make it possible. You will be allowed to make
requests and ask questions. The responses, if any, will be mailed to
you." I opened the box and found a gold choker. It had a silver
disk formed into the front of it with a small glass marble on each side.
There was an opening in the back. I knew better than to put it on; I
learned my lesson. I examined it for a few minutes noticing how smooth
and flawless it was, just like the shoes were when I received them-- the
day I made the biggest mistake of my life. I stood up and set the
choker on the table. Upon releasing it I received a shock from both of
my shoes. I almost fell to the floor. I sat down, and received another
shock. I picked up the choker, and the shocks stopped. I held the
choker for a few minutes, realizing that while I held it I would not
receive a shock. After a few more minutes I began receiving shocks
again. I knew what I had to do. I had to wear the choker. The shocks
increased in strength and number. I held the choker with both hands and
pulled it open. It was hard to pull it apart and my hands were shaking
with fright. I placed it around my neck and released it. It quickly
locked shut behind my neck. I placed my hands back onto the choker and
tried to pull it open, but it would not open. I pulled harder, but it
was locked around my neck. I couldn't even find where the opening once
was. I spoke: "Why are you doing this to me? I can't wear the same
shoes every day! What do you want from me?"
Days passed, and I was beginning to wonder if anyone could hear me. I
received a package a few days later. I opened it and found some vinyl
looking shoe covers in blue, red, white, gold and silver. There were
also 4 pair of covers which looked like boots-- black patent knee length
and thigh length, and black kidskin knee length and thigh length. I
took the red pair of shoe covers and stretched them over my shoes. The
shoes looked like red pumps. My comment about wearing the same shoes
every day was answered. I also had some boots to wear when
necessary.
My lower back was in pain. A few weeks had passed before the pain began
to go away. The nylons were showing no sign of wear either, and I
encountered many sharp edges and corners that would have destroyed any
normal pair of nylons. They hugged my legs tightly and somehow kept my
legs from needing to be shaved.
The first shock arrived. I was at home getting ready for bed when I
received a shock in my right foot. A few minutes later the same in the
left foot. I remembered what the note said and found the device to plug
into the wall. I received a much stronger shock again. I quickly
plugged the device into the top of the heel and the other end into an
outlet. I followed the instructions. I charged each side for 2 hours to
avoid being shocked to death. When finished, everything was back to the
way it was before the shock.
People were wondering how I could wear stilettos every day of the week.
Nobody knew the truth though. I didn't dare risk telling anyone.
Jessica, a woman with whom I work, tries to wear high heels every day.
I think she is jealous that she can't handle wearing them always like I
can. I notice her slipping them off when she thinks nobody is looking,
her face expressing pain then comfort as they finally come loose. It is
me who is jealous. She has no idea how lucky she is.
Months passed. The shoes weren't showing any wear whatsoever. They
looked the same as the day I removed them from the box. I had become
very good at doing everything in heels; I had no choice. Every 3 months
or so the shock would come, right around 11pm. One month, however,
something went wrong. Only 11 days into the cycle I received a shock
from my left shoe. It was a Saturday afternoon around 3pm, and I knew
something was wrong. About 10 minutes later I received another shock,
and they continued every 30 minutes, but only in my left foot.
"Something is wrong!", I screamed. "What's wrong?!? What have I
done?", I yelled into the choker.
I didn't get any sleep that night and spent the day on Sunday sitting
down all day-- wondering what was happening. I had to take Monday off;
I called in sick. What was happening? I hadn't been this upset since
the whole ordeal started nearly a year ago. Later that afternoon I
received a constant shock for about 10 minutes. I was on the verge of
passing out when the shock stopped. Finally. My foot hurt immensely.
I sat for about an hour recovering. The shocks stopped! I reached down
to massage my foot and started massagging the outside of the shoe as I
have done many times. The shoe felt loose! I tried to slide the shoe
off and it began to move! I slid the shoe completely off and received
no shock! My toes were shaped like the shoe-- all pointed towards the
center. My foot was covered in some clear rubber type material which
kept them clean, and my toe-nails did not grow. It was not stuck to the
nylons at all. It must have worked its way through the nylons and
attached itself to my feet. There was something attached to the bottom
of my foot, on the outside of the nylons. It was some sort of circuit
board attached to my toes by some small tight wire, wrapped around my 3
middle toes, with a small red light blinking. In the shoe was a gap
where the circuit board was supposed to be attached. As I examined the
shoe more closely I received a shock from the circuit board-- a strong
shock. I looked at my foot and saw the red light blinking faster. I
received another shock, and the light started to blink faster yet. I
touched the red light and realized it was a button. I received another
shock. The light was blinking faster. I pushed the red light and it
clicked and stopped blinking. I received another shock. I dropped the
shoe to comfort my foot and upon dropping the shoe I received a very
strong shock and another! I picked up the shoe and the shocks slowed
down, but didnt stop.
I knew what I had to do. The shocks weren't going to stop until I put
the shoe back on my foot. The shocks were getting stronger once again.
I held the shoe closer to my foot and the shocks slowed down. After a
few minutes they started faster again and continued to increase in
intensity. I couldn't stand it. I grabbed the circuit board and tried
to pull it off. I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled on it quickly
with all my strength. My hand felt like it was on fire as i received a
shock in my hand and my foot. None before compared to the shock I just
received. I was paralyzed for a few minutes. The circuit board was
still attached to my foot. I picked up the shoe and began to cry as I
began to slide it back on my foot. My foot slid further into the shoe
and finally I heard a loud click from the shoe. The sound of the click
made me shudder, because I knew what it meant. The shoe was locked on
once again.
A letter arrived 2 days later: "The shoes have a circuit breaker to
prevent you from wrongfully being shocked to death. It was activated
because you did not completely charge the shoe last cycle. Charge both
shoes for no less than 2 hours immediately or the shocks will commence
with no warning and be very intense, possibly making it difficult for
you to reach the re-charger." I immediately got the re-charger and
charged each shoe for 3 hours.
A year had passed since the day it all started. I didn't even notice
the heels any more. I have adjusted. I noticed that Jessica hadn't
been to work for a few days. Today she finally returned, in her high
heels of course. Something was strange though. I looked more closely
at her shoes. I couldn't believe what I saw. They were identical to
mine! She looked very upset. I watched her the whole day. When she
thought nobody was looking, she sat down and massaged her feet-- but
didn't remove the shoes. She would rotate her ankles in circles and
squeeze the front of the shoes, but never slid her foot out of them like
she used to. I had to ask her about the shoes! As I stood up and
approached her, my choker began to get tight and I started to choke! I
received a shock. I returned to my desk and sat down. The shocks
stopped, and the choker returned to it's normal size.
A letter arrived the next day: "As you may have discovered, you are
not alone. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO DISCUSS IT WITH EACH OTHER. You are being
monitored-- Everything you say and everything you see."
Jessica was not at work the next day. I asked about her and was told
that she quit, but nobody knew where she had gone. I never found
out.
I wondered how many more of us were out there. I never noticed any
shoes identical to mine, but still wondered. They were in control of
me. People still wondered how I could do it-- wear such high heels all
the time. Whenever anyone asked, my choker would tighten just slightly
until I managed to change the subject. There was nothing I could do.
As long as I did not break any of the rules, I was not punished.
I received a letter: "The choker will need to be charged. The
process is similar to the shoes and will need to be done every few
months as well. You will receive a small shock and the choker will
tighten and losen. When this occurs, slide the silver disk on the front
of the collar up. The disk will move only when the time has come to
re-charge the collar. After sliding the disk up, you will notice a
small flat slot on the collar. Use the same recharger used for the
shoes for 3 hours. You need not be warned. You know what will happen
if the instructions are not followed."
My life went on. I eventually received the shock and tightening in the
collar, and followed the instructions. The disk slid up and I recharged
the choker. When I unplugged the charger, the disk slid down and locked
shut over the slot. It would not slide up unless the choker needed to
be charged.
I felt I had no privacy. Whenever I looked in the mirror, I would see
the collar and the glass eyes. They were always monitoring me. If I
tried to cover the eyes, the choker tightened until I uncovered them.
I needed to keep in shape and excercise was difficult. I couldn't do
much in 5" heels. I biked, and would swim. Swimming in stilettos was
difficult at first, but I learned. People would stare when I never
removed my shoes, so I tried to find places where I could be alone. I
try to walk whenever I can, but I believe I get a better workout when I
bike. My calves needed it the most since the heels didn't permit them to
stretch.
The shoes still had no sign of wear. I wondered what material could
withstand such use and not wear out. The eyes on the collar needed to
be cleaned about every month. I guess they would get fogged up, and I
would know about it. The choker would tighten. I always watched for
the collar on anyone else, but never saw it. I wondered what ever
happened to Jessica, and if she was wearing the coller yet.
A new problem had arisen. I met him on a bike path. I guess I looked a
little strange-- wearing a spandex top, tights, a tight collar and
stilettos. We went out a few times and he asked me why I always wore
such high heels. I told him I found them more comfortable than flats.
I have read about women who wear heels so much that they can't wear
anything else any more due to the tendons shrinking in there lower leg,
so I used that excuse when people asked me. It was acceptable because
the choker would not tighten. After about 6 months, we became more
serious. I didn't know what to do. He didn't know about my dilemma and
I couldn't tell him. One night-- our first night together-- I had no
idea what would happen. We were at my place, in my bedroom. We were
slowly undressing each other, breathing heavily. I was now only wearing
the choker, black nylons and stilettos. I told him that my feet hurt
and that they would hurt more if I tried to take off the shoes. He
offered a massage, but I said I would be ok. His eyes moved up and down
my body. He was obviously very turned on with what I was wearing. We
made love for hours. I had forgotten how good it felt. I havn't felt
this good in years, and I became exhausted after a few hours. We
finally fell asleep, exhausted. I woke in the middle of the night with
a shock from my right foot. I sat up and found him at my feet trying to
remove my shoe. "I have been trying for a half hour to get this thing
off, but it's stuck! How do you take them off?" I was terrified. What
was I going to say? "I can't..". The choker tightened, tighter,
tighter. "I can't until morning." The choker loosened up, and I gasped
with relief and placed my hand on the collar. He looked at me strangely,
and reached for the collar. I didn't fight; I closed my eyes and sat
there shaking. He felt it and and looked behind my neck for an opening,
but couldn't find it. "How do you get this thing off?" I shook my
head. The choker tightened a little. He tried to pull it apart, but
nothing happened. He looked at me, then at the collar, totally
confused. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell him or the collar
would tighten. He grabbed the collar again and tried to pull it apart
using all his strength. The collar tightened around his fingers and my
neck together. He jumped and pulled on his hands until they were
finally free. He sat down and stared at me as I gasped, my hands on my
collar. He stared at the collar, then my stilettos. I began to cry. I
think he was beginning to understand what had happened to me; the pieces
were falling into place. He knew I couldn't talk about it. He held me
for a while and began to massage my feet through my shoes. It felt so
good that I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, he was
gone.
Weeks passed and I never saw him again. He was gone. I had no idea
whether he just left, or if he knew too much and was taken care of.
I received a package and a letter: "This package needs to be
delivered to the address on it. Make the delivery."
There was a box the same size as the box my shoes originally came in. I
wondered what was in the package. I managed to remove the top of the
box without damaging it to reveal the contents. I was expecting a shock
or my collar to tighten, but it never happened. The box contained a
pair of stilettos-- exactly like mine, but in a size 6 1/2, and a pair
of nylons. I was flooded with memories of that day I received mine. I
put the cover back on the box and set it down. Was I expected to
deliver the shoes to a women who would try them on and become trapped in
them for life? I refused to make the delivery.
The next day I felt the wrath. The collar contracted over and over. It
contracted tighter each time. I pulled at the collar trying to free
myself, but it was futile. I picked up the package and the collar
returned to it's normal size.
The address was on the other side of town-- about a 2 hour drive. I
finally arrived at an apartment complex and found the room number. I
rang the doorbell, and a woman answered the door. She was about 25, in
a women's suit, just back from work probably. I noticed her shoes lying
on the floor behind her, black pumps with about 4" heels. She stood in
the doorway, her small 6 1/2 feet in nylons. I explained that I
received her package and that I was returning it. She thanked me as I
handed it to her, and I left. I felt terrible. She thanked me for
giving her the stilettos which she would be stuck in, and I was
responsible. I sat in my car for a few minutes and thought about what I
had done. I then got out. As I walked back towards her apartment, the
collar tightened. I kept walking-- she had to be warned. The collar
got much tighter and tighter. It had never been this tight, and I
couldn't breath. I slowly fell to the ground. The collar got tighter,
and I passed out.
I woke about 2 hours later and found myself between 2 cars where I must
have fallen; I couldn't remember. There was nothing I could do for the
woman. Her fate was that of mine. My neck was sore and I rubbed it
around the collar. I got into my car and drove home.
A few weeks passed, and I received a letter: "You have completed the
task and the woman is wearing the stilettos. Her collar will be
delivered to her in a few weeks, and she will wear it. Expect similar
tasks in the future."
I was a slave. Who or what is behind all this? I gave up trying to
figure it out long ago. I just accepted it.
Another package arrived the next day. It was another delivery which I
had to make. I had to find a way to prevent the delivery. The collar
could see what I see. It finally occurred to me what I could do! I
turned on my tv and sat down. I had a note pad and pen right behind me,
and I sat-- pretending to be watching tv. I wrote a note behind my
back. It was very difficult and I probably made many mistakes, but I
couldn't look to check; I had to hope the victim would understand. I
stood up and walked past the box, dropping the note behind my back into
one of the shoes as I passed. I turned around and closed the box,
preparing for the delivery. No shocks, and my collar didn't tighten. I
was successful at writing and hiding the note! I picked up the box and
left.
The address wasn't as far as the address yesterday, but it still took an
hour. I arrived at a the house and rang the doorbell. A woman answered
the door. She was short-- even though she was wearing at least 4 1/2
inch heels. I wondered how the women were selected to wear the
stilettos. Were they women who wore heels all the time? Before I became
stuck in my stilettos, I wore high heels almost every day. Maybe. I
handed her the package and explained that I had received it by accident.
She insisted that I come in. My heart began to race. What if she found
the note while I was there? I was so scared I trembled. She opened the
box and her eyes became big with excitement. "Ohh! They're gorgeous!
But I didn't order anything like this! They're my size! OOOoo.." She
found the nylons. I just have to try these on! She sat down and pulled
off her pumps. "aahh.. ouch.. these are tight. I wear a 7 and they only
had size 6." She sat and rubbed her feet for a minute and pulled her
nylons off from under her leather skirt. She pulled on the new nylons
and stood up. "My feet won't go flat! These are so strange!" This was
killing me, watching this happen to someone. It all happened the same
way as it did for me over a year ago. She sat down and picked up one of
the shoes and slid her foot into it. "It's a little snug, but I can get
it on I think". I could hear her foot sliding into the pump. I closed
my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and saw her holding
the other shoe, and finding the note. She looked puzzled and read it
out loud: "Don't wear these shoes. If you have the other on, take it
off quickly! Please. Get rid of them immediately.". My collar slowly
got tighter and tighter, slowly, and stopped in a fairly tight position.
She laughed and dropped the note on the floor, and slid her other foot
into the other shoe. She sat and looked at them and smiled. "I love
them!". She stood up and shifted her weight back and forth, lifted her
left foot and looked at her beautiful new shoe. "I hope I can get used
to these! The toes are so tight, and these heels!" I was just about to
stop her when I received a shock in my shoes and in my collar. I tried
to speak but the collar immediately tightened making it impossible. She
didn't notice me; she was consumed in the shoes. She took a few steps.
I could only watch. She took a few more steps and I heard the click and
pop from the shoes. She jumped and looked down, as the shoes whined.
She made a short scream and quickly sat down. She pulled on her left
shoe but it wouldn't come off. She pulled harder and harder and
screamed. She started crying as she kicked her feet at the ground and
pulled on the other shoe. She fell to the floor kicking and screaming,
then she fainted. My collar was still quite tight. I stood up and
walked to the door. She was lying there, unconscious. I had to leave
before she woke. I started to cry as I realized how much pain she was
about to go through. I left the house and got into my car. The collar
was still tight, and I knew I would be punished.
I arrived home and sat down. The collar got tighter and tighter, and
began to shock me. It slowly got tighter. I was screaming "stop!
Stop! I'm sorry! It will never happen again!" My shoes began to shock
me and the shocks became more intense. I didn't know a person could
handle such pain. The pain was more intense than ever, and I passed
out. I woke up about 3 hours later, and my whole body was sore. As I
sat up, the collar became tighter again, and tighter. I screamed.
"Stop! Stop! I'll do anything!" The collar slowly loosened to its
original size.
Months passed. Packages came about every 3 weeks, and I made the
deliveries. I never tried to warn the women; there was no way. I
wondered if each of the women were making deliveries as well? Was this
like a virus spreading? They had to be stopped. Who though? Why were
they doing this?
It had been a long day and my feet hurt more than usual. I came home
from work and sat down, massagging my feet through my pumps. This was
becoming easier for me to do, and I knew where to massage for the most
relief. As I was sitting back, relaxing, a masked man came from my
bedroom. I jumped up and screamed. He pushed a button on his wrist and
I fell to the floor, paralized. I was still awake; I couldn't move. My
collar was responsible. He picked me up, carried me into the bedroom,
and put me on the bed. I couldn't move at all from my neck down, but I
could still feel everything. The man had a box with him. He opened the
box and set it down on my dresser. He then reached for my foot and felt
it in various places. Then the other foot. He stood back and pushed a
button on his wrist. I felt a tingle in each of my feet and heard a
whining sound for about 5 seconds. He then reached for my left foot and
removed the shoe! Then the right shoe! They were off my feet! I
couldn't believe what was happening! "Oh thank you! Thank you!! Who
are you? I can't believe I'm free of these shoes! I can't move though.
This collar is holding me I think." He ignored me. He carried the
shoes back to his box and was doing something with them. I saw him use
some tool to remove a cover inside the shoe just above the heel. He
slid something out of each shoe and placed it in the box. He then slid
something else back into each shoe and replaced the covers. "What are
you doing?", I asked, trying to move to free myself. There was no
reply. He brought the stilettos back to the bed and set them down. He
picked up my right foot and slid the shoe back on. "No!! No!! What
are you doing??! No!!" He slid the left shoe on, and stood back. He
pressed a button on his wrist and the shoes tingled, then the whining.
I felt my toes being wrapped tightly again. "NO!!! NO!!!" I struggled
and struggled to move, but it was doing no good. The shoes stopped
making any sound and the sensation in my feet stopped. My shoes were
locked onto my feet once again. He closed his box and left the room. I
still couldn't move. "Please! Come back! Oh, come back!". The
outside door opened, then closed. He was gone.
I still couldn't move. After about 15 minutes, a regained my ability to
move. I sat up and felt my shoes. They were on my feet to stay. I
started to cry. I was so close. They can be removed, but only by the
ones responsible for locking me into them. I tried to slide one of my
stilettos off, and received a shock. The shock was different though. I
was somewhat used to the old shock and it didn't scare me, but it still
hurt very much. The new shock felt different. It did scare me and
seemed to shake my foot, and was quite painful. I wonder what the man
changed in my shoes?
It was raining, and I was nearly late for work. Quite cold, too. I was
wearing my patent black boot covers for my stilettos. They were quite
warm and durable. I would just leave them on all day to avoid
questions. People noticed that I had a variety of shoes, but always the
same gold stiletto heel. I just told them that the metal heels last
forever, so I always wear them. There were a few women at work who felt
they could wear high heels every day, just as I did. Just like Jessica
did. They would wear heels no lower than 4" every day. They noticed
how the men watched me, and were jealous. It worked for them. They
were getting the stares as well, and felt that the pain of wearing heels
every day was worth it. Cassandra and Dominique were the two women who
wore them religiously.
They were sitting at their desks a lot, sliding their shoes off and
squinting with pain then releif as their feet were finally free of their
tight pumps. Yesterday I overheard Cassandra saying that she was having
problems walking flat footed anymore. "If I try to step flat footed, my
calves hurt and I feel like I'm going to fall. If I wear high heels all
the time, it doesn't happen. I don't take them off anymore when I get
home from work, and when I get up in the morning the first thing I do is
slip them on. I'm getting used to them I think! It's great! They're
the only shoes I ever buy. They seem natural to me now.". Dominique
agreed and said it was happening to her as well, and that she bought a
cheap pair of stilettos for the shower. "They were only $15. I took a
hole punch and punched a bunch of holes all over the shoes so the water
could run out. There is a hole about every 1/4 inch apart, and they
work great!". Cassandra thought it was a great idea and was going to do
the same thing. I listened to them and felt sorry for them. They didn't
know what they were getting into, and had no idea how lucky they are
that they could wear normal shoes if they wanted. They chose to become
prisoners to their heels. I suspected that they would soon be receiving
stilettos in the mail or delivered in person, and would become stuck in
them for life.
It was raining and cold again. How long was this weather going to last?
I came home from work and entered the house, sat down, and removed my
boots from my shoes. Nothing had come in the mail in about a month.
Maybe they're done and will leave me alone. I rubbed my neck under my
collar for a few minutes and sat back to relax. I was just getting
relaxed when my doorbell rang. I went to the door to see who it was and
couldn't believe my eyes. It was him! The man I met on the bike path!
I quickly opened the door and let him in. It had been nearly 6 months
since he left me. That night is still so clear to me. I wonder what he
thinks about all this? "Hello! How have you been?", he asked. "Hi!
About the same, you?", I replied. "Oh, same here..", he said as he
reached behind his back. Then the smile quickly ran away from his face.
"I'm back to help you. I've been working on this since I left and think
I have it figured out. I've been monitoring you as they have been. I
found out what they are doing and what type of signal they are using.
It's blocked right now, so they can't hear or see anything. They're
probably going crazy, so we have to work fast.". He pulled a box from
behind his back with some buttons on it. He plugged it into an outlet.
"It takes a lot of power to block the signal, and batteries just don't
cut it.". He pushed a couple buttons. "Try to remove the collar,
quickly!". I grabbed the collar and pulled. It wouldn't come loose. I
pulled harder and harder. "It's not working! It's still stuck!", I
screamed. He turned a nob and said to try it again. I tried and
received a shock. I screamed and pulled on the collar. Another shock.
"Keep trying! Please! I'll figure it out!". I pulled and pulled on
the collar. It clicked and the back opened! I pulled it apart and
threw it to the floor. It was off my neck! I was free of the collar!
I was shaking with fright, or excitement-- I wasn't sure which. "Sit
down. We have to get those shoes off now.", he said as he adjusted the
box. I quickly sat down and followed his instructions. He turned a nob
and told me to try to try sliding one of my shoes off. I told him that
there was wire wrapped around my toes and it needed to unwind first. He
was pushing buttons and turning nobs quickly, and my left pump clicked.
I received a shock from it-- a strong shock. I screamed. He continued
with the box. The other shoe clicked followed by the shock. The shocks
were so strong that I almost fell out of the chair. His fingers were
racing over the controls, and both shoes shocked me again. I screamed
again. I couldn't help but scream. The shoes began to whine-- the same
sound they made when the shoes became locked on, and when the man
removed them in my room! After a few seconds the whining stopped and I
pulled on my left shoe. It slid off! I pulled the right shoe and
removed it as well! I was free! The collar, and the shoes, lay on the
floor. I was free at last. He looked at me and smiled. "I missed
you..", he said.
I hugged him and cried for about 15 minutes. I couldn't believe I was
free of this. I just sat there shaking for an hour in disbelief. "I
was so scared, I couldn't tell you anything that night. They shock me
and choke me when I do anything or say anything which is wrong to them.
I have been stuck in those shoes and that collar for about 3 years. Are
these nylons safe? Maybe I should take them off as well.". I peeled
off the nylons and set them on the floor as well. My feet were pointed
and shaped like the shoes, and covered in some clear rubber-like skin.
I was so happy I didn't even think about the material covering my feet.
I could live with that. I couldn't flatten my foot though. They have
been in 5" heels for 3 years and my tendons were probably very short. I
could stand, but I had to stand on my toes or my calves would tighten up
and cramp immediately. "I think I can slowly adjust, hopefully!". I
walked on my toes into my room and found a pair of my old pumps I used
to wear, and slid them on. They were only 4 1/2 inch heels, and my
calves hurt a little, but I was doing ok. "I go through all that
trouble to get you out of your high heels, and what do you do? Wear
high heels.", he said laughing. He walked over to the shoes and the
collar and picked up the collar, inspecting it. Then the shoes. He
carried them outside and set them on the pavement. The box was still
plugged in, and as he returned from outside he unplugged it.
Immediately, the shoes whined and arks of electricity were jumping all
over them. The collar locked shut and closed to about 3" in diameter,
and arcs were jumping across it as well. We just watched as this
continued for about 1 hour, and finally stopped. They had a lot of
power and I would never have survived had I decided to fight it. There
was nothing left of the shoes or collar except a pile of ashes. It felt
so good to be free. Even though I would still be stuck in heels for a
long time, it felt good. I could take them off at night. There was no
collar! I rubbed my neck. It felt so strange not feeling the collar,
and I could move my toes. I wondered what those responsible for my
shoes and collar were going to do.
We celebrated that night, and it was the happiest night of my life. He
stayed the night, and I wore nothing for the first time in a long time.
The next day I received a package in the mail. I was quite scared of
the package, so he opened it with caution. There was another collar and
pair of shoes in the box, and a note. It read: "You will immediately
put these stilettos back on and wear the collar. If you fail to do so,
others will suffer and their pain will be a result of your lack of
cooperation. You know what we are capable of doing. Put the collar on
now. Put the shoes on now. We will be merciful to you." "What am I
going to do?", I asked him. I began to cry. "Nothing. You will do
nothing. We will get rid of this stuff immediately before there is an
accident. Don't even think about giving in to them.". I held the
collar and pulled it apart. "No!", he shouted, pulling the collar from
my hands. He put the collar and the stilettos back into the box. They
must be destroyed. He carried them out to his car and put them in the
back, and came back into the house.
I got dressed and we left for his parents' house to pick up something he
needed. His parents were gone, so we were writing a note to his parents
when his 14 year old sister saw his car and the box in the back. She
opened the door and looked in the box. "OOoo.. I bet these are for
her.. I'd love to have them! Just for a minute!". She took the box and
entered the back door of the house and went to her room. She took off
her shoes and socks and slid on the nylons, then slid the shoes on.
"They fit perfect, I think. I know I can walk! I have to try!". She
was just ready to stand when she found the collar. "ooo.. ", she said
softly. She pulled it open and pulled it around her neck. It quickly
locked shut behind her neck. She tried to pull it apart but couldn't
remove it. She pulled harder and harder, but it was stuck. She stood
up struggling and continued to pull and pull at the collar, but it was
on to stay. As she fought with the collar, the shoes whined and locked
themselves onto her feet. She sat down, shaking and crying, and pulled
at the shoes, but couldn't remove them. She pulled harder and was
shocked. She screamed. We heard the scream and headed to her room.
When we got there, she was sitting on her bed with a blanket covering
her feet and a high turtle-neck covering her neck. "Sorry, I saw a
bug!" she said. We left the room and went back to the car. We drove
back to my place. When we got there, he looked in the back and noticed
the box was gone. "The box is gone! What happened to it?!". We both
came up with the same answer at the same time. It was his sister. He
ran into the house to get his box and came back to the car. We drove
back to his parents' house, and he put the box behind his back. We went
up to her room and she was still sitting there, crying. He pushed the
button, plugged the box in and quickly ran over to her and pulled on the
collar. I helped him try to pull it off her neck as he adjusted the
box. "It's not the same as yours. They must have changed it.", he
said. She received a shock and the collar got tight. She was
terrified. "Keep trying! I'm working on it!", he said. His hands
raced as he adjusted the box, and the collar clicked. It opened and I
pulled it off and threw it down. She was getting shocked by the
stilettos. He kept working the controls on the box and the shoes both
whined. I pulled them off her feet and threw them on the floor. She
fell back on her bed crying. "What happened?! Why couldn't I take them
off?". We told her that it was a gag gift from one of my friends, and
not to tell anyone, and we wouldn't tell anyone that she took the shoes
from his car. She agreed. He carried the stilettos and collar out to
the driveway, returned, and unplugged his box. The shoes became covered
with arcs of electricity. The collar contracted to about 3", and arcs
ran across it as well. After about 1 hour it stopped and there was
nothing left but ashes.
I knew there were still women out there, stuck in the stilettos and in
the collar. The box couldn't generate enough strength to block the
signal unless it was less than 10 feet away. There was nothing we could
do for them.
My life went on, with him. I still wore heels and would for a long time
until I could slowly adjust to lower heels. It has been about 4 months
since I have been free, and I am still wearing 4 1/2 inch heels. They
don't hurt anymore though, and I think I'll be able to drop down to 4"
heels soon. Cassandra and Dominique still wore their 5" heels every
day. They noticed I wasn't wearing 5" stilettos anymore, so they felt
better since they had the highest and most uncomfortable heels.
A month had passed and I was wearing 4" heels finally. It felt so
comfortable to be in such low heels, relatively speaking. I came to work
and noticed Cassandra and Dominique were not together as usual. I soon
found out why. They were each wearing the collar and stilettos.
THE END
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