I am 5 foot 8inches and with the shoes on I felt as though I was standing on tip toe.I towered over Annie's 5 foot 6. It was strange in the extreme, m...balance was thrown forward and it felt as though half the shoe wasmissing. There was a sole but the upper was only thin straps."Now do you understand why you need to practice?" Why can't I wear flat shoes?" When have you ever seen one of the tarts at the party who was notwearing high heels?" Let's just forget it and go as normal." No way, you are. The heelshad to be at least eight inches high and narrow as a pencil. Halfway upthe heel was another large pink bow.Sissy shoes indeed. The only things missing were ankle straps and locksfor the buckles. Mistress Anne stood next to them and she seemed to readhis mind. "A real sissy does not need to be locked into his sissyshoes," she said. "He wears them because he wants to. Because he needsto. Because he loves to. Because he just has to."Mistress Anne was a lovely creature indeed. She. He quivered to the sound of the flogger and smiled. He spelled my name 32 times. Each phoneme made his ass cheeks tighten. Each vowel made him quiver. I was enjoying this sight. My pet adored me, and I was his religion, while I cradled him with despotism. The floggings stopped. Charles remained on his knees. “Mistress, may I say something?” “Spit it out you slut. If it’s a redundant question or random statement…” I am your worthless fuck toy. You have the consent to defrock every orifice of. I said no release of any sort and I meant it!"The slave groans, in frustration, and I wonder how long it's been, but nowDiane, and lLaurette have taken my hands and are leading me to the sissy'sroom. As me feet click clack on the tiles, they release my hands. I startto turn to speak to them but instead find myself pushed face first into thewall... and Diane leaning in tight behind me."We've all seen you mince into the office slut," she hisses in my ear,twisting one of my hands up behind my.