Grace's New Look

Grace wandered the store, excited to look at pretty much everything. She found herself stopping in front of the strangest boots she'd ever seen. They had an impossibly high heel. Wearing it would practically **** you to stand on your tip toes. There is no way anybody ever wore these...right? She picked one up to look at it more closely. The smell of the leather was intoxicating. She wondered...if heels were now comfortable for her...could she wear something like this?

"Beautiful isn't it?" Grace jumped as someone behind her spoke. She turned to see a man wearing a store branded shirt standing there. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

Grace blushed, "No. It's ok. I was just...distracted," She wondered if he'd seen her put on the collar, she pointed at it, "I'm going to pay for this, I just wanted to try it as I walked around."

The man smiled, "Oh no, that's totally fine. I was just coming to see if you had any questions about the ballet boots?"

Grace looked down at them. Her real question was could anybody actually wear them, but before she could ask she saw the price tag. Eeek, $350. Forgot walking in them, why would anyone spend so much money to **** themselves?

Grace quickly set them down, "Oh no. I like heels but those are a bit much, I was just curious. I'll just take the collar."

The man smiled, "Hmm let's not be so hasty. Try on the boots."

Grace looked at them, then back to him, she opened her mouth to say no, but unfortunately that's not what she said, "I'd try them on for $20."

He laughed, "What? I'm trying to make a sale here..." Then he laughed again and pulled out his wallet, "You know what...gotta spend money to make money right? Here. $20."

Grace stared at him, was he for real? Her body moved all on it's own to reach out and grab the money. She suddenly knew she had to try them on, "Ok I'll try them on."

"There's a bench over here, I'll help you." Grace sat down on the bench and the man helped her into the boots, then laced them up tight. Before she stood up he went to a shelf and brought back two small padlocks, "It's not really bondage if you can remove them, right?" Without waiting for a reply he locked the boots on. Then he held out his hand, "Here, you'll need help to stand."

Grace took his hand and shakily got to her feet. Still holding his hand she took a couple steps. Wow, this was not at all like walking in heels. He let go of her hand and stepped back. She was a little wobbly, but she took a few steps, turned around, and walked back to the bench. Her previous trait was probably helping, but she still felt like a newborn deer walking on uncooperative legs. She had expected them to be somewhat painful and she could feel pressure on her toes, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she imagined it would be without the effects of the gatcha game. "Wow." She whispered.

"They look stunning on you. And honestly even these few steps you've done is impressive. Many people can't even stand in them. You walked across the room, first try, no help. Serious, I am impressed."

"Well...I exclusively wear heels. That probably helps." Grace said. She felt like she had satisfied his request, "Well I tried them on. I'd like to take them off now."

"Oh yes of course, have a seat." He helped her sit back down. Except instead of unlocking the boots he stood up, "You know...you look really good in those. If you couldn't guess I opened this shop because I just love seeing people in bondage. Why don't you keep them on? I'm curious how long you can wear them for. Most people can't handle more than a few minutes of walking, with practice, but you seem different. You want to make money, I'll willing to make a bet with you."

A bet? How would a bet interact with 'Everything has a price'? She somehow knew she couldn't outright say no, so she kept him talking, "What is the bet?"

"Well I just really want to see how long you can keep those on for. So how about this? I'm going to write down how long I think you can last in those boots, then I'll seal it in an envelope and you can sign it so you know I'm not tampering with it. Wear them as long as you are able to and then come see me and I'll open it up and reveal my guess. If you don't last as long as I thought you would, too bad, you gotta pay for the collar and give back the boots. If you beat it, I'll give you the boots and collar for free."

Grace stared at him, was he serious? Before she opened her mouth she tried to think about it. Was this an offer she could say no to outright or would she name a price? Or was the boots and collar already a price. She just didn't know, not until she tried to speak. She decided to reject it outright, here goes, "I'd take the bet for $100." Darn, that's not what she wanted.

The man laughed and pulled out his wallet, "$100 but you have to promise you won't give up early. Keep those on until you really feel you can't wear them anymore."

Grace couldn't help herself, she reached out and took the money, "Ok. I promise."

He helpfully removed the tag from the collar and boots, then had her sign his guess. "Remember we close at 5, open tomorrow at 8. If you get stuck outside business hours give me a call, here's my card." He passed her a small card with the shops info on it as well as her personal cell.

Grace got up slowly, "Uh...thanks. I guess."

He laughed again, "No thank you. I love seeing gorgeous women in ballet boots. You've made my day. Have a good trip now, see you soon."

Grace nodded and slowly made her way out of the store. She looked down at her feet and sighed, what had she gotten herself into now?