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In the dim light, she teases herself with the heels, pushing her foot into them, feeling the extreme height, the slight pain. She's a prisoner to the fetish, the heels her jailers. She stands, her body adjusting to the precarious balance, her heart pounding. She walks, each step an effort, a challenge. She sits again, her legs open, the heels digging into the floor, her breath coming in short gasps as she imagines the heels being used on her, in her, the extreme pleasure, the exquisite torture.