The key seems to be missing. Maybe your ex has it

"I could...." she said with the same infuriating grin. "But I don't have the key."

"What? Well... Find it!" you told her, alarmed at the idea of being trapped in the shoes. The idea that you couldn't get out of them made them seem to grow taller and taller.

"Maybe you should sit while we look," Lucy suggested, seeing you swaying unsteadily.

"Or at least grab the doorframe," Jess added.

Since the doorframe was closer you leaned against it and watched with intent eyes as Jess and Lucy started looking around. Your sister and bestie started ransacking your room, starting with the area where the shoes were, and moving on to your dresser and desk.

"Ooh, a diary!" Jess exclaimed. "I wonder what exciting fantasies you've written in here. Or maybe naughty tales of the guys you've slept with, and the times you've gone outside with nothing on."

"I haven't..." you start, only to cut off your objections as you hear a familiar buzzing sound. Turning quickly toward your dresser you see your nightmare come true.

"Quite the collection of toys, sis," Lucy smirks.

"Oh. Wow," Jess says, tossing your diary on the bed and joining Lucy at the top drawer of your dresser.

"A nice little vibrator," Lucy comments like she's checking a list, tossing the little toy beside the diary.

"A pair of handcuffs. Kinky, girl, I never knew you had it in you," Jess grins, tossing the furry cuffs on the bed.

"A fat butt-plug and oil!" Lucy exclaims, eyes wide.

"M-my ex..." you try to explain, but between the shoe situation and the horrific embarrassment you just want to run out the door. Or curl up. But in spite of your predicament you also feel weirdly turned on.

"Uh-huh. I bet you suggested it, right? Oh wow, an even thicker dildo. Damn, this thing would sure open you up," Jess marvelled, tossing an enormous black dildo onto the bed.

"Nipple clamps!" Lucy crows like she's won a lottery, holding up a pair of chain-linked clamps.

"I guess these ones are for down below. Oh hey, there's weights. One, two... four of them."

"Ben-wa ball!"

"Anal beads!"

"Wow. A jumbo-sized box of condoms. Seriously, sis, you planning on doing the whole fraternity?" Lucy asked.

"N-no, Ryan...." you pause, the name of your ex giving you an idea. He bought all these things, including the shoes, after some nasty gossip started a rumor about how kinky you were. If anyone would have the key to for the shoes it would be him!

"I'm going to call Ryan," you tell Jess and Lucy, and wobble your way toward your desk, where your phone and laptop sit.

"Oh, you better sit on the bed," Jess says with a soothing voice. "You're looking a little wobbly. I'll turn on the laptop."

"I could just call him," you suggest, shoving the buttplug aside as you nearly sit on it.

"Oh no, I'm just going to ask him for the key so I can get the shoes off."

"Key? Those little straps could easily be cu... ow!" Lucy glared at Jess, who smiled innocently back.

"I'm sure she'd love to catch up with her ex. The two of them were such a nice kinky couple."

"Not really," you mumbled, not that they listened.

"What seems normal to you isn't as vanilla to the rest of us," Jess said while turning the webcam toward you.

Oblivious to the sex toys around you on the bed you automatically smile as soon as the camera faces you. Jess clicks the mouse on your ex's name.