Your hand again reaches the door handle, but flinches away when the mistress's cane comes cracking down.
"Such a stupid little sissy, and a slow learner." She holds up a pair of high-heeled boots. "Well girl do you want to wear these?" You see a pair of ponygirl hooves in the shadows behind her and find that you are nodding your head before you even realise it.
"Just say the words." she waves the boots in front of your face.
"Please mistress, let me wear the boots." Your voice chokes off at the end, knowing you will be incapable of running away with those damned things on your feet.
She nods her head in acceptance, and sits on the floor holding one boot open for you to slide your foot in. She slowly zips it up, it sounds too loud for your ears. Once it is on you have to lean on her shoulders as she guides your second foot into the other boot. Once it too is zipped up, she slips a couple of small padlocks on and secures them in place.
The girl behind you speaks, her voice is harsh, and from the corner of your eye you see the red hand print on her face from your slapping.
"Yes, Aliba that too must be punished." she holds out two mittens and without being asked you hold your hands out, allowing her to put them on you. Once they are in place she buckles them securely around your wrist. A tear forms in one eye as you can't ..... can't escape.... can't even scratch your nose.... you sob pathetically
"Now my dear back to the business in hand." She wanders over to the sideboard, "Do you want to wear this outfit." You see her push the first selection into the bin, and hold up the second. It is even more humiliating.
But you find you nodding your head.
"Say the words, sissy." the mistress hisses to you.
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