Chapter Seven
“P-please Mistress…I…I was wondering if maybe tonight…”
“Tonight what, darling?”
“Well, I was hoping you might let me have an orgasm finally.”
I’m standing – very precariously – by the dining room table, carefully holding the tray full of dirty dishes I’ve just loaded up. Amelia has me dressed today in a water balloon-stuffed bustier, a powder-puff ballerina’s tutu and matching tights all of a glitter-spangled pink. This outfit is actually perversely appropriate since we’ve just progressed from six-inch heels to incredibly cramping en pointe shoes.
This kind of specialized footwear is actually equipped with locking buckles and quite literally has me balanced on the very tips of my big toes like a ballet dancer. The heels (seven inches long at least) are about as thick a
