Mia visits the cobbler alone

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I love this. These two are going to be a career maker, I can just tell. I love messing with conservatives and I especially love messing with siblings. So many juicy emotions.

Legally I’m not meant to manipulate situations but sometimes a helping hand helps them get the ball rolling, and then it becomes an art form to keep it rolling in interesting ways.

I’ve got myself on both phones and already justified a discretionary punishment for this Mia girl, albeit only for 24 hours.

Mia

Mia’s habit of yawning loudly finally backfired on her this morning as she stretches awake; it sendt vibrations straight to her clitoris. This was also a stark reminder that yesterday’s ridiculous day was in fact real and that she would have to face today’s ridiculousness. This, understandably, sped up the waking process.

She looked up to see her awake-and-ready-to-leave sister standing over her.

Lina said, “come on, we have to go. I want my shoes back before you go home.”

Mia nodded, not wanting to stimulate herself in front of her sister unnecessarily. Deep down, she was also grateful enough that her sister is taking care of her to not argue. She was pretty confident that the 'shoe guy' wasn't going to be able to overpower a supernatural being, but explaining why she thought that to her sister didn't seem worth it with her current speech impediment.

It was short drive from the campus to the strip mall, which, luckily, reduced the number of times Mia had to hold back from talking.

Mia watched as her sister pulled over and pointed out the building. “It’s that one. Pick you up in an hour,”

Mia took a deep breath, aware that some negotiation would be needed. She hadn't thought about what might actually have to happen once they arrived at the store. “Are you not coming in?” She whispered.

“Pardon?” Lina frowned back at her sister.

“Are you not coming with me?” Mia found herself pressing her thighs together once again as she spoke.

“Of course not! I have lectures to go to and I can’t wait around to fix your mess.”

Another deep breath. “Please,” Mia hated the sensation of a sex toy ravaging her while she sat a few inches from her sister. “I need you to come with me.”

“You should have thought about it! It's not hard - just go in and explain whatever it is you did to get them stuck on you. Now go! I’m blocking traffic.”

They both heard horns beeping from cars behind.

Mia stumbled out, still not used to the height of the shoes, and wandered into the store with as much confidence as she could muster.

Even without the shoes, which were more suited to a black tie event, Mia drew heads. So a taller, hobbling and visibly flushed Mia drew the attention of the whole store.

“How can I help you?”

Mia breathed in and approached the counter before speaking as quickly as possible: “I-borrowed-my-sister’s-expensive-shoes-and-I-can’t-get-them-off-can-you-help?”

She omitted the part about possibly being controlled by a magical curse because it didn’t seem relevant. And, by extension, the vibrator voice also didn’t seem like something worth adding.

The assistant offered the worst case scenario: “pardon? You’ll have to speak up and slower. I can’t hear you over these machines.”

Mia took a moment to fruitlessly attempt a mime, tugging at her show theatrically. She tried to type on her phone but it was still locked.

“Argh.” She gripped the counter tightly as she shouted, shifting her weight between her feet. “I borrowed,” a deep breath, “shoes.” “They are stuck,” another deep breath.

“Stuck where?”

“On my—“ the staccato rhythm wasn’t helping, “feet.” She tried to lift one to show him over the counter but the stimulation took the strength out of her legs. She squeezed the counter tightly enough that her knuckles were becoming white.

He replied, “ah that’s not really something we do.”

“Please, ... I’m des-per-ate,” her flushed face and body language is doing a surprisingly (to her at least) persuasive job.

The unattractive cobbler took some time to peer slowly from her face down to her trapped feet and even slower back up again, making Mia uncomfortable. “But I might be able to try some things with you.”

He arranged two chairs facing each other and gestured to her to sit down. “Put one leg up on my lap.”

She wondered if he designed the arrangement to see up her skirt, yet is happy enough to be able to take a seat to cool off.

He started to pry and make attempts at where the shoe contacted her foot. Forces he couldn’t understand conspired to turn the ticklish sensation his fiddling was causing on her foot into gasps and giggles in her throat. This, of course, resonated into another round of pleasure inside her visibly soaked panties.

He was in no hurry to stop trying.

In Mia’s mind, she is focused on holding herself together, but there is only so much you can do after a day of unintentional teasing and latent arousal. Unfortunately for her, the relentless vibrations directly on her clit quickly turned her uncontrolled giggling and gasping into moaning and panting. This only served to double down on her vibrations.

She couldn’t keep her eyes open, let alone remember where she was. As the cobbler tried to hold her foot in place, she let her other leg spread as wide as her skirt would allow and started gently grinding onto the chair.

A minute later she found her release. She came to her senses and opened her eyes. They met the cobbler’s wide and greedy eyes before darting away in shame. She snapped her legs closed and pulled her still-encased foot away from him.

Being honest with herself, it was the outcome she had expected. The cobbler was, as expected, no more powerful than a mystery supernatural being. That was when the app buzzed.