New shoes for " Filly"

The evening passed to the routine Jessica already knew. A ring on the bell and a package in front of her door. For a moment she thought of waiting at the window, to spot him delivering the package, but what was the point? She knew it was him. Or maybe he sent a delivery boy. It didn't matter anyway.

The package this time contained... shoes. Jessica frowned and reached for the note. He would explain everything, surely. He had done so the first two nights.

Dear perky filly,

we digged into your fantasies the last nights, now it's time to start real training. No, don't worry, I will not blow your cover. I hope you won't neither. A pony girl's pride are her pony boots, which are shaped like long riding boots, but with hooves at the end. Those hooves are quite difficult to walk in, I've been told. Pony girls must be trained to hold the balance, because they have to learn how to walk on their balls and toes, as the heel has no support. We'll start that training tonight. You will walk around on the front of your foor up and down your corridor and record it and post it on your website. Your feet only. Place your phone on the floor, no one will see more than your legs. People are excited already about how you explore your "inner pony girl", the comment section is full of questions.

But as training has to be continuously, we'll continue tomorrow. And of course, you can't walk funnily in the office, nor can you wear real pony boots. I bought you some nice high heels. Seven inch heels, to be precise. They look a tiny bit slutty, but if you combine them with your normal conservative business dresses, nobody will notice. You can practice how to walk normally in those shoes for the whole day tomorrow.

John

Jessica made a fist, punched the air and formed her lips to a silent scream. The asshole made her jump through hoops every damn single night. With no prospect at all for this to stop anytime soon. How far was she willing to go?

She shook her head. Questions were racing through her mind. Like... a comment's section? She hadn't seen a comment's section on this blog he had set up for her. Then again, she hadn't really explored the site, as she wanted nothing to do with it. For a moment she was tempted to read through the comments, but she had misgivings how they sounded. A bunch of men leering. No thanks.

If he wanted her to walk around for a while on her balls and toes, fine. That was stupid and demeaning, but not a real big thing. The whole stuff about tomorrow was much scarier. Seven inch heels? Was he fucking serious? "Nobody will notice"?! She was not the type of woman who wore high heels - of course people would notice. They would stare at her, and not in a good way.

She should end this. Now.

Then again... it was still manageable. Was she really ready to call his bluff on something harmless like this? Some slutty high heels? For a day? No, probably not. If she called his bluff, it had to be about something outrageous. This was not outrageous yet.

Jessica sighed, reached for her phone, and started recording.