Rising in Space Falling in Love
Rising in Space, Falling in Love by: veilThe cold, metal snick of the wrist cuff being locked into place reverberate through my body, sending a quick shiver along my spine. Mistress steps back, admiring Her handiwork. Before bringing me to this room, Mistress had first 'dressed' Her little pet properly. This meant my feet were fitted into mid calf length latex boots, black of course, with a forced toe point and insanely long stiletto spike heels. The only way it was possible to walk in these...