The Two Heels
Tale no. 15 – The Two Heels ‘Danger! My mistress Charlene is drunk in charge of a whip! It is dangling threateningly from the black, leather belt around her waist. My mistress has just returned to her flat, where I am permanently confined, from a friend’s party. She is with a man – a stranger whom I have not seen before – and she is all over him! My mistress is self-evidently the worse for drink; slurring her words; giggling; uninhibited; lustful. This is not like her. I have never seen her this tipsy before. She is not used to alcohol. I can smell it on her breath, even from my humble position kneeling next to her feet. Even the way she is dressed is out of character for her, for my mistress Charlene is wearing a revealing party outfit consisting of a low-cut, white blouse (with what appears to be a fresh, red wine stain on it!); a short, black leather miniskirt; dark, nylon stockings – the reinforced tops of which are clearly visible beneath her ultra-short skirt; and strappy, spark...