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The high-heel shoes I have chosen for them are red. They are open toed, with a bare, open instep, and three and one half-inch stiletto spikes with a locking strap high on the ankle.

Once I have the shoes locked in place, I remove the handcuffs from their ankles, placing them back in my satchel.

Perhaps they appreciate the extra one-quarter inch of relief the soles of the shoes provide to their wrists. Or perhaps they are learning about the fact that I have glued a small, sharp pebble in the very center of each shoe’s heel. Not sharp enough to cut their flesh, but sharp enough to keep each girl standing up on her toes, very tall.

One at a time, I continue to lower each woman’s wrists until I can once again strap their elbows behind her back. These straps have a roller buckle and one-half inch holes to slowly bring their elbows together.

I begin with just enough tension to firmly hold their shackled wrists against their stomach. Once this strap is buckled, I release their wrists and firmly strap each pair of wrists behind each girl’s bare back with a similar but shorter black leather strap, hands palm to palm.

With the added shoe accessory, each girl is compelled to carry her weight entirely on her toes, which greatly accentuates her femininity along with the elbow strap cinched tightly, which firmly locks each female’s forearm to forearm, pulling bare breasts into a delightful, arrogant thrust.

First I open the cage door and motion to aspen.

”Get in there! Facing the door, your back to the bars.

She tiptoes, tottering unsteadily on her toes to her place, still exploring the alternative of standing on her toes or the sharp pebble biting into the heels of her feet. She is breathing hard and her nipples are very hard and tight.