Laurel had let her curiosity get the best of her. She was done with her chores and Blackberry had mercifully let her change out of her ridiculous bunny outfit, and removed the noisy shackles she had been working in all day. In her free time before bed Laurel had decided to herself it would be a good idea to do a little exploring, and she knew she couldn't possibly get into trouble for doing so.
She slipped into one of the rooms, which appeared bigger then the rest. Large, lavish furniture adorned the room, from rich wooden dressers and shelves to plush red lounges. Wide-eyed she looked about, impressed that anyone could live like this, let alone just two sisters. A rather large wardrobe closet caught her eye and she tiptoed over towards it, careful not to make too much noise as the tips of her heel's sandals clacked gentle against the marble flooring. With the curiosity of a kitten she flung open the doors and gazed at the rich, fancy clothes that hung make of exotic cloth and other materials.
"Why can't we have just done work in these outfits?" She pondered. "I guess these are too fancy to do anything but sit around in... Or dance in!" Laurel with a smile pulled one of the ornate dresses off the hangar and placed it against her chest. She looked down at it and brushed it a bit, then spun around on her heel pretending she was a princess on her wedding night.
"I'd better put this back I guess before I get caught!" She returned the dress to its place but got distracted by a pair of shiny objects at the foot of the cabinet. "What in the world?" She stooped down to gaze at a pair of silvery, masterfully crafted metallic sandals.
"No way!" With delicate fingers she pulled them off the shelf by the ankle straps for closer examination. "Wow, are these really metal?" They were solid and heavy, but not as heavy as she would have expected since she determined them to be actual steel high heels. Laurel set them down on the ground and plopped down beside them crossing her legs Indian style before picking one up again. They were incredibly rigid, after all both sole and straps were forged from what looked like one piece of metal, only a strip of leather on the base of protect the wearer's feet from the cold steel frames.
Her fingers traced over the highly polished stainless steel straps; one over the vamp of the foot, and a smaller toe-loop that would surround her big toe, a fashion popular in the world. She noticed as well that the ankle strap which would hold the shoe in place was odd, it was hinged and at the end was a red polished heart with a keyhole in the center.
"Well this has to be a trap, Blackberry likes everything to be locking." She huffed as she placed the shoe back on the ground. "But still..." She looked at it again, its design was truly beautiful, and for long moments she wondered what it would be like to try them on. Laurel took one and even pressed it up against the bottom of her foot, thinking that they were her size and pondered. One way or another, she knew they had to be on her feet. With a smile she unlaced her own sandals and kicked them off with a smile and grabbed the metal ones.
"Ok, just for a moment." She said as she placed the first one on her delicate foot. It took a bit of wiggling to work her big toe into the small metal loop of the shoe's design, but after moments she had gotten both feet into the sandals and stood up. She looked down at her feet with excitement and gleefully took a few steps. She hobbled a bit, not being used to a full five inches of heel, plus the fact these shoes didn't bend at the arch like her leather ones did, but she got the hang of it. Her smile widened as she heard the click-clack of the metal on marble as she proudly walked around the room, albeit slowly since the ankle straps hung open.
After a minute or so she was back on the ground sitting cross legged again and admiring the perfect fit of these shoes. She then thought about Blackberry and wondered why she would keep such elegant and tiny prisons-for-your-feet hidden away in a closet. She closed her eyes and started to fantasize about what it would be like to have her own feet locked away in such cute sandals. Ideas came to her mind about how long she would have to be wearing something like these for as she fingered the straps and toe-loop.
And then it happened. She had been careful to this point, but with two tiny clicks she had accidentally snapped the ankle strap locks into place! Laurel's eyes flew open and she looked down at her feet, now captive of the mistress' silvered sandals. In a hurry she yanked at the shoes, then jumped up, not knowing what to do. "Oh no, oh no!"
Taking a few nervous steps she almost lost her balance again, and teetered over to the bed's footboard post to sturdy herself. Looking down again, she saw her poor feet locked in these toe-loop prisons and wondered how she would face Blackberry. She started to walk for the door, the once exotic click-clack of the tall heels that brought a smile to her face now brought embarrassment... how long would she have to wear these? Only Blackberry knew...