She's not in charge anymore

"That has to be a joke", she complained. Her feet were still held in place by the black high heels.

The boots came walking out of the closet, tieing them selves up and did pose victourisly in front of their owner. She soon gave up on trying to free herself from her heeled prison as she found herself being walked to a nearby 3 seater and **** to sit down. Margarete watched as the boots smashed a bottle of black nail polish. The left boot started to draw a smile with its heel. "What do you want?" Margarete asked, but it seemed now like her words would be met with silence.

Her heels did release her in after a while and started to walk away. Margarete wasn't ready to deal with this situation, she quickly switched to her laptop located next to her, only to find the screen black. While trying to get a hang of the technical issue some scarves made their way and tied her hands and legs tied together. Her attention switched again over to the boots which started crushing a lone laced glove on the floor. the boots stepped away as the glove also started twitching and standing up on 2 fingers. With a quick gesture of acknowledgement, it began making it's way directly to Margarete. Screaming would be useless, her yells, her calls, everything was met with absolute silence. If she tried to escape the shoes would make sure she stayed right here. "What a mess," she pondered. In her panic she lost sight with the glove, which made itself known again while already making its way up her tied leg. The ghostly hand started to get to work on her tights slipping into them and slowly undressing them. This is were the fun begins.