I wanted to feel leather encasing my leg and experience the thrill of a spike heel on my foot.During high school I boldly explored the boot world one ...fternoon by sneaking into a teacher?s secluded office and trying on her boots. They were crepe sole (yuck!) with only a 1 ? inch heel (why bother), they were brown (not my favorite color, or even one of my top three favorite colors) and they laced up (I prefer zips). Who knows what size they were, probably around a women?s nine and crammed by. I am there to reach out to you and provide any assistance, alright?" Drop it."Rhea took a heavy breath, closing her eyes to focus on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could manage. The slightest trace of disgust or mockery would irremediably betray the feeble trust Livia had in her. And this class was just too filthy for God’s sake, never in her life had she aligned all these cursed words in a single sentence!"Livia, you are a [Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess]".And it. Looking at her, he rolls his eyes. Master: Fuck, I forgot about you.Slave: My Lady Sofia sent me to you. She said you would …punish me.Master: Yes, she’s rather fond of that, isn’t she? What did you do?Slave: She was offended by me, sir. She said I embarrassed her.Master: Really. Do tell. He sits heavily, examining the slave more closely. Her dark hair is tied loosely back from her pretty face. She’s wearing a simple grey tunic, open at the neck to show her cleavage, rising and falling quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t able to finish a single page without a new mind-boggling question from my precocious little girl Sally descending on me like plague of locusts distracting me from finishing a complete sentence.My Sally was in double digits now at ten years of age. She had already skipped a grade in school and we were considering placing her in one of those accelerated programs that kept gifted kids interested in the content off the material they were studying at school. Fortunately, we.