Certainly, yes.

The entity seemed to be satisfied with achieving it's goal. It looked like there were many more abilities to discover, but firstly the pair of boots did continue getting pleased by their formal owner. The forceful pose went to a more playful shoeplay now. Margarete essentially became a puppet to them and again the boots went of exploring the large room. Even the gloves gave in and released their grip on Margarete. She was pretty much exhausted and looked with disgust where her boots might took of to. Strangely to her the gloves were standing in place, some on two fingers, some on all, but they didn't move an inch. Margarete was creeped out by that display but felt a little more safe after she got some distance to the gloves. In all of this she didn't notice that she could move her lips again, but also forgot to remove the possessive lipstick, which suprisingly didn't came of after the flood of kisses given by her.

The boots found themselves in front of Margarete's shoe collection, again. "What ever this is, I need to contain them somehow", she thought to herself and planned her approach. There weren't many options to do this and still stay undetectet by her boots but she went in trying to grab the shafts from behind so they couldn't do anything funny and to swat of the gloves with her boots in hand. There wasn't much time to have a second thought and Margarete closed in silently but when she was in range she got halted in place by a pretty intense pinch coming from her hips. Again panic set in, as she saw her skin being pinched from seemingly nothing. "The Lube, crap!", she exclaimed. Resisting the pain she tried thrusting forward to catch her boots. This too however failed when she got grabbed by the opera gloves and the rubber gloves gestured "no".

Margarete now realised that the boots and the gloves weren't possessed by seperate entities, only by just one. The clothes had seen Margarete's plan before she could even properly execute it. Shortly after Margarete's failed attempt, the opera gloves made sure she wasn't doing anything funny, by holding her arms secure behind her back. The taunting by the boots continued with a slow tease in between Margarete's legs. They seemed more playful than before, as the entity possessing them got used to it's new enviorment. Finished with their short tease, a second pair of loud clicking noises could be heard. A pair of dark blue, very high plateau heels appeared in front of Margarete. "No way, I'm no..", she got interrupted by her lips shutting her mouth. Margarete, now silenced, refused to move however. This was met with intensive pinching and tickling coming from her own body. The rubber gloves would join in by pulling her nipples. Margarete got flooded with all kinds of sensations: panic, pleasure, laughing, crying. All of this made her dizzy and she soon found herself again pinned at the walls of her room. The blue heels closed in. With increased intensity she still shook her head. Margarete tried to catch a breath when her body and her gloves stopped with the play. Suddenly, she felt a strong **** pulling her arms up in the air. It was the opera gloves. They levetated the girl just as high in the air for the blue heels finally uniting with Margarete's feet. Released by the gloves she inspected herself. "Now what?", Margarete said frustrated. Her legs, now controlled by the massive blue heels gave her a short preview of a stretching performance. "Stop it! This crap hurts so much", she exclaimed and rubbed her hip. The opera gloves appeared with a ruby red dildo in it's hand. "Great you colour matched it", Margarete called out ironically. With a short thumps up the gloves set the toy down and the blue heels started working on the material. The massive shoes were pretty capable in giving a decent shoejob. Margarete was out of words when she witnessed the play in front of her eyes. Her right foot backed away and the dildo started moving directly under Margarete's crotch. "No, No, No, No, No, No!", she yelled out in horror as her legs **** her into a split moving her vagina directly downwards towards the ghostly sextoy.