They were Anna's first pair of really high heels. She'd had them on lay-by for ages, as her shop assistant's wage necessitated, and today was her first day wearing them. By mid morning Anna was thinking how stupid she'd been, expecting to wear new shoes all day against her bare feet. Her toes were being rubbed and crushed simultaneously, the straps were biting hard into her ankles, and the balls of her feet ached terribly from bearing almost her entire weight. At lunchtime she would go out and buy a pair of pantyhose, to at least relieve some of the chafing. If she'd been sensible, she would have put a spare pair of presentable shoes in her bag that morning (she'd only brought her old trainers, which she couldn't wear in the shop), but something naughty in her told her to take the risk, wear the shoes as they were meant to be worn; with bare legs and a short skirt. She had felt tingly in the crotch as she had strapped her feet tightly into the hard new black shoes, knowing she was committing herself to wearing them all day, no matter how much pain they caused her. But now she felt a bit of a wimp, as the pain was becoming too bothersome; she would succumb to the partial relief the sheerest of nylon could offer.

'Sorry, Anna, but would you be a honey and work through lunch today, since Paula's still off sick? I was hoping she'd be in by now, but it's not to be.'

Anna knew it wasn't worth asking her boss if she could pop out for even a few minutes, as Carol was always very strict with her and Paula. When Carol asked for a favour, she was really issuing a command, and would tolerate no dissention.

'By the way, Anna, I do so love your new shoes!'

Lunchtime was flat-out busy, so neither Anna nor Carol could sit down for even a short break. By two o'clock Anna was quite hungry, to the point where her head was spinning. The only thing that had lifted her spirits was a compliment she had received from a handsome male customer. He was buying roses for his fiancée for Valentine's day the next day, but he'd obviously admired Anna's legs, which he'd said were made even more beautiful by her superb shoes. He'd managed not to sound at all lewd, and his attention made Anna feel quite sexy. It was true that the height of her heels set off her shapely ankles well, and made her calf muscles stand out superbly, and it was worth a morning of pain to hear it.

'Anna, dearest, take ten dollars out of the till and go get us some lunch from George's, would you? And go quickly - I don't want to get stuck here by myself if it gets busy again.' Anna went to her bag and pulled out her tantalizingly comfortable old trainers, but Carol called out 'You've not time to mess about changing shoes. Just go now, as you are.'

'God, you're a bitch, Carol,' Anna muttered under her breath as she left the shop to walk to the half-kilometre or so to the delicatessen's. Carol must have noticed that Anna's shoes were really hurting her. Was she some kind of sadist?

Anna recalled the shoe store clerk's suggestion that she go up half a size. Of course he'd been right, but she'd enjoyed the tightness of the shoes, the way they made her feet look smaller, and she thought they'd eventually stretch to fit. At least she was out in the fresh air now, and was feeling less like passing out. The florist's was hot and stuffy, and the perspiration was building up under her shop uniform.

Anna was wolf-whistled at twice by passing motorists on the way to the deli, and once on the way back. This had hardly ever happened to her before, even though she'd worn her short leather skirt plenty of times out. It must be the shoes, she thought, as she concentrated on walking something like normally, trying to conceal the pain that increased slightly with every step. She enjoyed the hard sound the heels made on the asphalt, and she tried to concentrate on walking more sexily, swinging each foot around in front of the other to accentuate the movement of her hips. Unfortunately, there was nowhere on route where she could buy some pantyhose, and she thought better of going out of the way and getting back late, knowing the mood Carol had been building up with the stress of the busy day. She would just have to tolerate the chafing of the hard patent leather against her soft skin for the rest of the day. The walk in the hot sun was making her perspire; she could feel the slickness of perspiration between her skin and the shoe leather, which seemed to increase the intensity and definition of the pain even further, constantly reminding her that her feet were firmly locked into the shoes, with no hope of relief and freedom for hours and hours.

Finally it was near closing time, and Anna would soon feel the softness of her well-worn trainers against her feet, hoping the familiar fit of them would slowly massage away the damage that the stiletto pumps had inflicted. They were like some beautiful instruments of torture that she had voluntarily strapped her feet into for a day of utter torment, and she imagined the relief her feet would feel as she unbuckled the ankle straps and eased the hellish shoes off. Good grief, she thought, as she realised that she hadn't even sat down once during the whole ten hour day. She had stood on the mercilessly hard tiled floor for the duration, except for her afternoon walk to the deli.

'Well, you've worked really hard today, Anna, and not complained once, even though we've been so busy. And the till is stuffed full, so I think you deserve a bonus. I'm going to take you to that new Italian restaurant for a nice evening meal. I'm sure you're as hungry as I am, so we'll go straight there now. I've already booked a table,' Carol said, as she watched Anna pull out the old trainers, then kneel to unbuckle her shoe. 'But I'm not taking you in those horrible things. No, you must keep your new shoes on a while longer, my dearest. You want those sexy young Italian waiters to drool over you, don't you?'

Anna considered declining Carol's offer, lying about having some prior engagement, but thought better of it. She was hungry, and the idea of going home to an empty flat didn't appeal. She had stood up to the pain of the shoes for ten hours, so she could withstand another two, maybe. And it was a kind offer.

It was a superb meal; the restaurant lived up to the good reputation it had quickly established. And the waiter had drooled over her, figuratively speaking, and he was sexy, Anna thought. She had had one or two too many glasses of wine, and wasn't sure at what stage she had agreed to go back to Carol's house for a drink afterwards. Carol had also drunk too much to risk driving her car home, so they, or rather Carol had decided they would walk it. She had assured Anna that it was only a couple of kilometres, but it seemed farther, and the alcoholic buzz that had temporarily dulled the pain in Anna's feet was beginning to wear off. Anyway, it was a nice night for a walk, and Anna thought the exercise would help to get rid of the effect of the rich food. She wondered what Carol's house would be like, and she also hoped that Carol's husband wouldn't be there, as she disliked the way he looked and talked to her when he visited the shop. She asked if he would be at home, and was relieved to hear that he was overseas on a business trip.

Soon Anna was comfortably slumped down in Carol's leather couch, and was being offered a large glass of port. Although her shoes were hurting her more than ever now, from the long walk, Anna found that she didn't really want to take them off anymore. They felt like a part of her now, a part of the day. She'd never had so many men notice her as she'd had today, and she felt sexy. Through the haze of alcohol she looked at her own legs stretched out before her, and imagined herself as a supermodel on a photo shoot, then as an actress on Oscar night, climbing the stairs to the stage as a thousand tuxedoed men lusted after her. As she sipped the smooth port, Anna began to fantasise that the young waiter had taken her home instead, and then the male customer from the shop slipped into her imagination. Anna must have been more drunk than she realised, for, during her fantasies, she found herself being led into Carol's bedroom.

Everything in the room was black. The lighting was so low-key that nothing seemed distinct. As her eyes adjusted, Anna thought she could make out some heavy chains hanging from the walls and ceiling. Suddenly, Carol wrestled Anna's arms behind her back. As the cold metal bands bit into Anna's wrists she realised she'd been handcuffed. Carol's hand was now firmly over her mouth, and the surprising strength behind the grip totally prevented Anna from crying out. In a short time Anna was completely restrained, as she could now see by way of the numerous mirrors in the room. Carol's muffling hand had been efficiently replaced by a firm leather gag. Her elbows were pulled tightly together behind her back, held with cruelly biting cord, which forced her shoulders back and made her breasts protrude from her low-cut blouse. The handcuffs were now attached to a chain from the ceiling, so that her arms were pulled hard upwards behind her, forcing her to bend over. her shoulders were starting to ache intensely. Around her ankles were leather manacles, positioned just above the straps of her shoes, and joined to each end of a wooden pole about a metre long, so that Anna was forced to stand with her legs wide apart, and almost doubled over. The extra stress this put on her ankles made her feet and ankles hurt to a degree that far surpassed anything she'd felt during the day. Somehow Carol had managed to remove Anna's leather skirt and knickers, so that she was left only with the thin blouse, and of course her shoes. Anna was now alone in the room, left long enough to fully grasp the reality of her situation, to come to terms with the extreme nature of her vulnerability, and for the discomfort of her tight restraint to resolve into real pain, to be felt through every fibre of her body. It occurred to Anna that the agonizing predicament that she was now in rather reflected that which she had inflicted upon her own feet when she buckled on the new shoes that morning, and that her feet were, in a way, taking revenge on the rest of her body, even though they were still held captive in tight, hard leather.

After an almost unendurable spell of extreme discomfort, which seemed many times longer than it probably was, Anna heard the door open, and could see a reflection of Carol approaching from behind her, now wearing a tight leather bodice, fishnet stockings, some very high heeled pumps of her own, and, terrifyingly, flexing a vicious riding whip. Suddenly, the tip of the whip was held to Anna's lips, and the command came from Carol to 'Kiss it!' Anna struggled to comply through her gag, but evidently not hard enough, as the order was repeated - 'Kiss the implement of your torment, slave!'

Anna was brought to a state of real fear by this, and tears started to stream down her cheeks, but she was unable to make a sound. What followed was a higher level of pain that Anna had ever previously experienced or even imagined. As Carol lashed Anna's buttocks, the tender inside of her thighs, and her protruding breasts, she kept up a tirade about Anna being a slut and a whore, about trying to tempt Carol's husband with her low-cut tops and short skirts, about wearing "Fuck Me" shoes.

'I'll bet you wore those shoes today hoping my husband would come in and see you, and be thinking of you when he slept with me, eh? What about that poor waiter? You hope he'll be thinking of you when he plays with himself tonight, don't you, you little tease.' On the word tease, Carol used the stiff, braided whip to give Anna a hard crack right on the clitoris, which made Anna nearly jump through the ceiling, in spite of her strict bondage. What surprised Anna, though, was that the intense pain was starting to turn into something else. She could feel her cunt moistening, and realised that she was moaning into the gag now with pleasure, rather than terror and pain.

After a prolonged and merciless thrashing, which had left proud welts all over the soft and sensitive parts of Anna's young body, Carol released her from the ceiling chain, and she collapsed to the floor, unable to lower her arms from their forced-up position behind her back. Carol undid the handcuffs and cords, and slowly but forcefully bent Anna's arms around to the front of her body, then re-attached the cuffs, mercilessly a click or two tighter, before Anna had a chance to rub her wrists. The spreader between Anna's ankles was then removed, and Carol spun her around so that her feet were up on the bedstead. As she tied Anna's ankles together to with cord, cinching it to the bedstead so that it bit fiercely, she looked down at Anna, still on the floor, and said 'Now I'm going to demonstrate to you the real meaning of pain, my dearest slave, but first, I'm going to indulge myself in the pleasure of wearing your shoes for a while. You know that I've been dying to try them on all day, don't you?' As she said this, Carol was unbuckling Anna's ankle straps, and gently pulling the shoes off. Anna could now see the damage the shoes had done to her pretty feet. Her toes looked quite bruised, and there was a dark line across each foot where it entered the toe section, with blood in the places where the shoes had rubbed hardest. The tight straps had also left red-purple bands around Anna's slender ankles, and the square silver buckles had bloodied her where they had grated against her ankle bones. Anna couldn't see her heels, as they were tied down hard against the metal bedstead, but she imagined they were blistered and bloody as well, as the stiffened inside edges of the shoes' heels had been causing her particular pain all day.

Carol sat on the edge of the bed and removed her own shoes, then slowly eased her feet into Anna's pumps, doing up each ankle strap firmly and lovingly. 'God, I'm enjoying the feel of these!' she said, as she stood up affirmatively. 'Still warm, and moist from your sweat and blood. Sensational! They're full of your smell, and they feel so luscious, they're making me hot.'

Carol then walked elegantly over to the dressing table, and from a draw produced a short cane, which she flexed then swished through the air a few times with great menace. 'So, your feet are hurting from these shoes, are they?' Carol caressed the soles of Anna's feet with the cane, up and down, which tickled. Then she stood over Anna, straddling her, and pressed the metal tipped heel of one shoe hard into Anna's breast, and said 'So, you think you've suffered up to now, do you?' She swapped heels, and breasts, and again Anna sharply sucked in breath at the excruciating pain of the spiked heel stabbing into her. 'Well now you've really got it coming to you, you little slut.'

Carol bent down and, with a single movement, removed Anna's gag. While Anna was stretching her mouth, trying to speak, Carol stood up again and commanded Anna to open her legs as wide as she could. Anna struggled to comply, working against the bonds that held her ankles. As she forced her legs further apart, the cord bit into her ankles harder and harder, to the point of agony. But still Carol demanded her legs be spread wider. Finally, as Anna was clenching her jaw and squeezing her eyes shut against the pain, Carol pushed the sharply pointed toe of one shoe into Anna's moist cunt, twisting it and working it deeper and deeper. Anna could feel her moisture flowing down around it. She forced her eyes open and saw that the shoe was now immersed in her cunt beyond the toe section, so her moisture would be flowing onto the skin of Carol's foot, and perhaps oozing inside, between Carol's toes.

Soon Carol withdrew, and, towering over Anna, forced the dripping shoe into Melissa's mouth. 'Now, suck off your own juice, slave!' Carol commanded, pushing it in harder and deeper. 'Lick it clean!'

Anna could taste and smell her own vaginal juices, mixed with leather and the musk of Carol's foot. It was too much; she was going to come. Suddenly Carol withdrew the shoe from Anna's mouth, moved to the side of the bed, and began lashing the soles of her feet with the short cane. The pain was electrifying, unbelievable. Each swish and crack of the cane sent lightning blasts of incredible pleasure racing through Anna's entire body. After a few strokes she started to orgasm in wave after intense wave. She thrashed against the tight cords that bound her ankles, against the metal cuffs crushing her wrists, writhing and screaming with the exhilaration of the most overwhelming pleasure she could ever have imagined.

'Wow, that was the most incredible ... Thank you, thank you so much! God, I've been working up to that since I buckled on those shoes this morning, haven't I?' Anna blurted, still restrained.

'Since you bought the shoes, you mean. You were aware even then of the pain you would inflict on yourself, so you could enjoy looking and feeling sexy. But I don't think you anticipated what I was going to inflict on you.'

'Well, I hoped you'd do something to me. I must have, or I wouldn't have agreed to come here with you, would I?'

Anna was gently shaken awake, and found that she was between the smooth black sheets of Carol's bed. She quickly became aware of her whole body aching terribly, and was afraid to move in case the pain increased, but the memory of the intense pleasure she'd had from the pain soon flooded over her, washing away her fear. Carol was already dressed in her work clothes, and said 'Get out of bed you lazy girl. The shop opens in an hour, and it's Valentine's day, so we'll be busy. Now you must tell me where you bought those shoes, because they're going to be part of the shop uniform from now on. I'll buy myself a pair, and some for Paula as well, and as soon as they're anywhere near breaking in, it'll be nice hard new shoes all round; a good tax write-off. We're walking in, by the way, since my car's still in town, so get dressed, put your shoes on, and I'm definitely not lending you a pair of my stockings.'