Ballet Boot Hell - Initiation Day  Part II
A True Story by Amy

Involves: Maledom - Extreme High Heel Training - Waist Restriction - Bondage

So here I am laying on the bed, my head wrapped in a tight latex hood, my neck held tall  in a locking strict posture collar, my mid section tightly cinched into a black patent corselet, my hands stuffed and locked into rubber fist mitts, my butt encased in skin tight latex, each of my feet strapped into a ankle ballet boot with a 9inch and I must not only spend the next 7-8 hours like this, but I have about two hours to learn how to move about and stand in them.

Carefully I roll over on my tummy and slid myself  off the bed until my legs touch the floor, I use my useless limbs to at least push myself up towards a standing position. Quickly I realize that my feet are much too close together to attempt to stand, so I rest myself back down on my arms and spread my legs a little further apart and try standing again. This time I manage to stand up. Although I’m unstable and have to hold my arms out to gain some balance, I’m amazed to find that my feet aren’t killing me as much as I imagined, at least not yet. Carefully I stumble towards a wall that allows me to use my arm to balance myself. I used my other arm to close the bedroom door so that I could see what I look like in the full length mirror.

At first I was shocked because I looked like some bizarre latex bondage slut. However the more I looked at myself in the mirror, the horny I got thinking about myself being held captive in this outfit. I stumbled towards the master bathroom and noticed the towel draped over the tub like Jim said. Looking at my hands in the rubber bondage fist mittens, I wasn’t sure if I would need to use the towel or if I would be able to manage to use a little toilet tissue should I have to go to pee. If I had to do anything more than pee it was going to be impossible. Suddenly it occurred to me that if he was being very sadistic in doing this because if I did have to pee and I couldn’t wipe myself, I would have to come back up stairs to go the bathroom and then get back down stairs for his stupid webcam picture on the hour and half hour.

Holding my arms out to steady myself, I made my way down the hall toward the stairs. As a walked a little distance, I thought I might just be able to get the hang of it. I turned around and walked back towards the bedroom again. Once I walked back to the bedroom, I walked back down the hallway to the stairs. By this time my feet were beginning to ache. I decided that I should get downstairs, rest my feet a bit and try walking on the hardwood floors which might be easier since the carpeting has padding under it and that makes it a little less stable.

I tried to go down the stairs, but found that for some not yet trained in ballet boots, it was better to go down backwards. That way, in case I fell it would be a short fall. As I went down the stairs, I was thinking how erotic it would look to be able to go up and down the stairs in these ballet boots.  As I made my way to the bottom of the stairs, I heard a buzzing that sounded like a vibrator. It sounded like it was coming from the family room. I shuffled across the entryway into the family room. By now my feet were killing me, so being on the hardwood floors didn’t make much difference right now. In the family room was a vibrator buzzing like crazy onto of an ottoman. I shuffled over to it and in front on a table was a note that said “Slut, I’m glad to see you made it this far. If you didn’t take too long, the vibrator is still running and will give you some enjoyment. If it isn’t running, well you missed your chance and so you’ll just have endure the sexual frustration”

I quickly squatted over it and settle down on top of it. As the vibrator sent trembles into me, I quickly reached my first orgasm. I was so sexually charged that I was practically convulsing through the orgasm. I looked further down at the note and it said “The batteries will eventually wear out and the vibrator will stop. Enjoy it while it last, but remember at 11am it will be time for your first picture.

Looking at the clock in the room, it was now about 10am. So I thought, what the hell, I can stand in these so I’ll just enjoy this vibrator for a while longer. As luck would have it, I was almost ready to reach my third orgasm when the bastard quit running.

The two orgasms made me a little exhausted, not getting the third made me sexual frustrated and a bit frenzy. I moved to the couch and as I relaxed, I could noticed how loud my breath sounded with my head tightly encased in the latex hood. My neck seemed stiff in the posture collar but there wasn’t much I could do about the stiffness since I could barely move my head about. The stiffness was probably more because the collar was forcing my neck straight and tall. It seemed like my jaws were resting on the edges. As I laid there I thought, how weird it was that the ankle ballet boots forced my feet to a point, on the other end, the posture collar stretched my neck out and in the middle the corset was compressing me.

Looking at the clock, it was 10:50am, just about time for me to get back on my feet and into the den for my first webcam picture.

End of Part Two