His emanations are manifold, my daughter and his manifestations truly sublime….........” My father’s words echo faintly in my mind as though ...e had spoken them deep in the corridors of time. But they were the utterance of this year past, words of but last spring. It was then that I left him and my dear mother to wander the world, trusting in little more than my wits to protect me. Such a thing, no daughter of Mentrassanae had ever dared to do. The risk of incurring the censure of their kin. Peter followed her to the dressing room just off the main studio areawhere Madame first went to a cupboard that had more pairs of deliciousheels and ballet slippers than Peter could imagine.She removed a pair of four inch pointed toe satin heels and told Peterto put then on. When he appeared comfortable in them, she turned toanother closet. Peter could not stop staring at his beautiful heels.However, Peter gasped when she opened a cabinet with more frilly sissyconfections that Peter thought. And don't let me make you cum yet, either. Tell me before it's too late."She kept up her ministrations, and I really WAS getting close. I let her keep rubbing me for a few more seconds. "Okay, stop!" I gasped, and for a moment, I thought I'd let her go too far, but I willed the orgasm back into its lair and relaxed a bit. She kissed me lightly."Okay, you can start doing me again," she said softly, and I began rubbing little circles around her clit again. She immediately gasped and stiffened. You knew passing eyes would be on you as stretched your leg out the door, you knew it and couldn't help but to enhance the image you portrayed, stretching it out so that it would present a rising arch, a decadant image of sexuality and playfullness, imagining their eyes as your foot, wrapped in a patent four inch heel, clicked the pavement. The heel, in turn, held your foot high as the straps from the shoe wrapped around your ankle and criss crossed up the first few inches of your leg, itself.