Yes, please.

She slowly touched the upper part of the heel with her finger and rubbed the cold metal all the way down to the heel tip. This made her remember that her feet were still burning from the coldness of the floor she was walking on just recently. Together with her fascination, this made her decide to put the beautiful shoes on right now.

Una put one of the velvet-framed beauties on the floor gently. It landed on the solid ceramic tile with a quiet click. She took the second shoe and put it down quicker than the previous one. It landed with a clunk that echoed across the vast hall space and was telling that the shoes were quite heavy not only because of the metal heel, but also because there was some intentional weight put inside the platforms.

“Should help me to not fall over” — Una whispered, as she didn’t want her voice to echo all over the mall. She still was not sure if she was even alone here.

The girl rested her round butt on the locker, hung her legs down and also bent down to help put on the shoes with her hands. She held the open ankle strap, and the smooth inner surface let Una’s right foot inside the shoe. As her toes reached the closed toebox, they finally felt the desired warmth.

The girl quickly put the left foot inside the left shoe. The fit was perfect. They were perfect. Except the ankle straps were still open, that was what felt incomplete. Una grabbed the massive clasps with her hands and confidently pushed both of the massive metal tongues inside the square clasps at the same time.

The snap of the clasps was so suddenly loud but so satisfying that Una squealed loudly and sprung her upper body back onto the locker. She laid on its cool surface, straightened herself, using her leg muscles to lift her newly equipped legs, and closed her eyes, listening to the echo of her own squeal that was flying around the hall gloriously for ten more seconds.

As the sound faded, so did the euphoria. Reason took over Una’s thoughts. She was wearing a pair of some kind of expensive fetish shoes, which existed to her before only hypothetically. And why would these beauties sport such a ponderous ankle strap?

Una looked at her shoes once more and saw a detail that was not there before. The closed clasps now featured a clearly noticeable keyhole in them! “Are these locked now?” — the girl asked herself not believing what she was seeing. She put her right leg closer to her and tried to pull the metal tongue out of the clasp box with both of her hands with all of her strength, but it didn’t budge at all. As Una touched the straps that hugged her ankles tight and secure, she discovered that their leather material was reinforced inside with metal, so was the case with the place where it was connected with the rest of the shoe.

But what if the keys are inside the locker? Una stood up for the first time in the heels and only managed not to fall over because of the platforms’ added weight. The needle-thin heels were designed to provide height, but gave almost no balance support in return. Even though the toebox was quite comfortable, the pressure on Una’s toes was unprecedented.

She made her wobbly knees slowly bend down, finally getting into a squat position and easing the tension in her legs. Now the girl could have a thorough search inside the locker.

Una was delighted to discover five different keys on the upper shelf, where she found the velvet heels her feet were now caged in.

“One of them has to fit in.” — she said anxiously. She tried the first one. It was too large. Second one was too small and circled loosely in the keyhole. Third one had a completely different shape. Fourth one seemed... shapeless. Una read the text carved on it with very small letters: “Keyhole Sealer. Put inside a keyhole for permanent lockdown!”