On Her Heels

Meg dropped back into the couch, eyes closed. She groaned in both pain and bliss as Sylvie pressed her thumbs into the balls of her foot.

"Man, your feet are a total mess." Sylvie shook her head in disbelief. "What the hell did you do this time?"

Sylvie was good enough a person that she almost managed to hide her exasperation. Meg couldn't blame her. This wasn't the first emergency foot massage she'd received from her girlfriend, and she totally got it if Sylvie grew a little annoyed, especially since it was totally Meg's fault every single time. The fact that it was two in the morning and Sylvie had already been on her way to bed when Meg came home and begged for her skilled hands didn't help, either.

"Well, I was at this club with Katy and the other girls, and the DJ was on fire, like, one banger after the other. So we were dancing pretty much the whole night..."

Sylvie gave her a flat stare. "Remember how I told you to wear sensible shoes in case this happens? You know, like it has happened the last time? And the time before that?"

Meg donned her best charming smile. "Yeah, you were totally right. But I didn't plan to dance this much, and those heels look so good on me. It would be a crime not to wear them."

"A crime is what you're doing to your feet." Sylvie pressed down more roughly. She knew how to get the knots and the tension and everything else out, but that didn't mean she was gentle about it. Meg whimpered as her foot cracked loudly and it felt like all the bones rearranged themselves. Once the pain faded she'd feel a lot better, like she always did after these massages, but making it through them was a challenge every time. And it seemed like she'd fucked up her feet particularly badly tonight. That, or Sylvie gave even less shits than usual about how much her fixes hurt.

"Are you mad?" Meg asked after several minutes of nothing but her girlfriend massaging her feet in silence. A silence that was interrupted every couple of seconds by a groan or a whimper when she hit an especially tender spot.

Sylvie sighed. "No, I'm not mad. I just wish you took better care of yourself. This isn't healthy, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

The silence came back and Meg felt the need to say something. She couldn't just leave it like that, with Sylvie low-key annoyed and her having a bad conscience for bothering and worrying her so much. There had to be a way to make it up to her girlfriend.

Meg smirked as her brain, still in party mode, came up with the perfect solution. "You know, since I've been such a bad girl, maybe you should put me over your knees until I've learned my lesson."

Sylvie looked up from Meg's feet. Even her tired eyes couldn't hide the little spark betraying that she was intrigued by the idea. Of course she was. Ever since they had admitted to each other that they both had some kinky tendencies, Sylvie had been eager for every opportunity to live out her sadistic urges, and Meg had been all too happy to provide said opportunities. Looking back it was kind of crazy that it had taken them this long to figure each other out. The way Sylvie liked to use her skills as a masseuse for evil alone should have tipped Meg off from the very beginning.

However, this time she didn't bite.

"I'm not sure that would send the right message," Sylvie said, going back to pressing the balls of Meg's feet. She'd managed to fix the worst of the damage, but it still hurt like hell as she forcefully relaxed all the cramped muscles. "As fun as it is to paint your cheeks red, I know that it's just as much fun for you. That's great for a play-punishment, but it means I'd only reward you for a genuinely bad behavior."

Meg had to admit that Sylvie had a point there. Still, she'd grown fond of her idea and didn't want to give up so easily. "Then what about a real punishment? One that isn't fun for me?"

Sylvie gave her a skeptical look. "You know I'm not gonna hurt you in a way that you don't want. That would be just wrong." Ironically she emphasized her words with an especially vicious foot pressing. It did release most of the tension around the toes, but Meg just barely managed not to scream.

"I know that," she said once she trusted her voice again. Thankfully, after that painful shock Sylvie had switched to pulling her toes to make them crack in a way that sounded intense but actually felt so nice and satisfying. "And that's the point: I want you to punish me. Even if it's with something I hate. I know I fucked up, so it would be totally fair if there's some real consequences." And besides, Meg was sure that whatever Sylvie came up with, it would be fun anyway.

Sylvie still didn't look convinced, but the intrigued spark was back in her eyes. "Maybe," she finally said. "But let's talk about this tomorrow. It's late, and we're both in no state to make any decisions. For now I'll just finish you up real quick and then we should go to bed. I know I certainly need it."

"Sounds like a plan."

To no one's surprise they slept in late the next day. Their morning cuddles were as lovely as ever, with no hint that Sylvie was genuinely mad. Meg decided not to bring the past night up, figuring it was up to her girlfriend to decide what she wanted to make of it all. And indeed, she only needed to wait until after breakfast (or rather after brunch, given the time).

"How's your feet?" Sylvie asked once they'd both dropped down on the couch again. This was shaping up to be a classic lazy Sunday.

Meg wiggled her toes. "They're fine. Still hurt a bit, but thanks to your intervention it's not that bad."

Sylvie patted her lap and Meg gratefully placed her legs there for a second massage to get rid of the last lingering pains. A second massage that lived up to the sensual image one had of foot massages, unlike the very necessary but also very painful first aid treatments.

"You know, about what you told me yesterday," Sylvie said carefully after a good five minutes of nothing but the most comfy foot presses. "Were you just joking around, or did you actually mean it? The part where you asked me to punish you for real, and not in the fun way."

Meg's inner masochist raised its head. "I totally meant it. Now, of course, when I said not in a fun way, I didn't mean that you shouldn't have any fun. It would be kinda pointless if I pissed you off and then you punish me, but it's a chore for you, and you don't actually enjoy it."

"Just so we're clear: You didn't piss me off. You might have strained my patience a little, but only because I don't like how you keep hurting yourself when you should really know better."

"Exactly! And because of that it's totally fair if you show me the errors of my ways. You know, teach me how much it hurts to be a bad girl."

Sylvie's expression grew thoughtful. She didn't say anything for a minute or so and simply continued to work the last traces of tension out of Meg's feet. "I think I can work with that," she finally said. "If you're serious that you want this, then I'd be up for some educational punishment. Could be interesting."

"Nice." Mel leaned back with a contended smile on her lips. Her feet barely ached anymore, and it felt so good to be coddled. Also, she was really looking forward to what Sylvie's twisted mind would come up with. "So that means our next stop is the bedroom? Or should we do it right here?"

"We're not gonna do anything today," Sylvie said, surprising Meg with how final she sounded about it. "First of all, I might have fixed you up, but you still need to regenerate for a couple of days to make sure everything is fine. Which also means no heels for you next week."

"Yeah, I know," Meg said, shrinking a little under Sylvie's glare. It was a pity that she couldn't wear her nicest shoes to the office, but she wasn't unreasonable. She had some cute flat shoes as well, and after how much she'd destroyed her feet the day before, going right back to the heels could only end in tears.

"Good. And also: I need to prepare. I have a plan, but I need to figure out the logistics first and get some stuff ready."

"Uuh, that sounds like fun." So far their kinky endeavors hadn't been all that sophisticated, but every time Sylvie had prepared something beforehand, it had led to the very best scenes.

"Let's see if you still say that when I'm done with you." Sylvie gave Meg's feet a last affectionate squeeze. "So, just to make absolutely sure: You're okay with me hurting you in whatever way I see fit? I promise I won't do anything that's going to seriously injure you, but what I'm thinking about could get pretty intense."

"More than okay." Meg put her legs down and shuffled over to Sylvie to pull her into a loving embrace. "Thanks for looking out for me. But if you want to do it and you feel like it's the perfect punishment, then I'm totally on board."

Despite everything she'd said, Meg couldn't help get a little nervous over the next days. Sylvie didn't bring the topic up again, except to hint that she wanted to do it on Friday evening. She kept being vague about what "it" was, though, and Meg didn't push for details. Not knowing what awaited her was part of the fun, even if it made her mind run in circles wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

During her lunch break on Friday Meg got a message from Sylvie, asking once more if she was ready to take her punishment. When Meg confirmed, Sylvie told her that she'd await her in the bedroom and expected Meg to join her as soon as she was home and ready. And also that there was no need for her to wear any clothes.

Predictably Meg could barely focus on work that afternoon. Thankfully there never was much to do at the end of the week and nobody noticed how distracted she was.

Once she was home Meg dropped everything onto the couch until she stood there in all her naked glory. She briefly considered taking a shower, but figured that Sylvie would have told her to do so if need be. After all, this (likely) wasn't about sex, and in any case Meg wasn't really dirty or sweaty anyway.

Her heart pounded as she opened the bedroom door. The ropes hanging from the ceiling immediately caught her eyes. As did Sylvie, who was sitting on the bed, more ropes at the ready around her. Meg was the tiniest bit disappointed that her girlfriend was dressed, but that was only fair. Once again: This wasn't about sex. It was about Meg getting her punishment, so it made perfect sense for Sylvie to stay in a position of power. And it was hard to stay disappointed when she had some real fancy bondage to look forward to.

"Hey there, beautiful. Ready for your punishment?" Sylvie showed a crooked smile. She didn't sound as secure as she usually did when they got kinky, but then again, today was something new.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Maybe that eager tone didn't fit the framework of the scene, but Meg wanted to clearly signal to her girlfriend that she could go ahead with no worries.

"Then come over here." Sylvie got up and pointed to the spot beneath the dangling ropes. Meg had been too distracted before to notice that they weren't the only thing Sylvie had prepared. Her heart sank as she looked at the floor.

At first glance it looked like a large board with two long nails protruding from it. A closer inspection showed that the nails didn't have a tip. They were more like two thin iron rods pointing up. Right in front of them Sylvie had fixed a bent piece of plastic that formed a little cave. Or something vaguely resembling the pointy ends of shoes.

"Wait a sec, is this what I think it is?" Meg couldn't help but laugh. Now that she'd put two and two together, she couldn't unsee it anymore: Sylvie had built something like a heels simulator, reduced to its very essence.

"It is. I figured, since you like wearing your heels so much even though they're hurting you, the best punishment is to give you exactly what you want." Sylvie bit her lip as she looked at Meg, waiting for her reaction.

"That's... wow." What should Meg say to something like this? Sylvie had done a good job of realizing her vision, that much was for sure. The contraption looked absolutely miserable to stand on.

With every second that Meg kept fretting about what she'd gotten herself into, Sylvie looked more and more nervous. She had to be worried that Meg thought her crazy for putting this together, and that Meg was looking for the most diplomatic way of going back on her words. Meg couldn't leave her girlfriend to her anxieties, not when it had been her who'd done something wrong. And the outcome of her inner struggles was a foregone conclusion anyway. There was no way she'd try and talk herself out of her punishment. Miserable or not, her masochistic side was curious to find out how bad this could actually be.

"Okay, let's do it. Do I just step on it, or how is this supposed to work?"

Sylvie's face lit up as she realized that she wouldn't be told off for being weird, and that alone was already worth any amount of pain. After the initial surprise Sylvie quickly got serious again, but the joy in her voice was unmistakable. "Right. You get in position there, and then you leave the rest up to me. I'll just make sure that you won't be getting away."

Meg slipped her toes into the plastic piece. She had to go all the way up on her tiptoes to get her heels onto the metal spikes, but despite the crudeness of the contraption it was actually pretty similar to the pose her feet had when wearing heels. Sylvie must have measured her shoes when she'd built that thing.

It wasn't as bad as expected. Sure, it wasn't exactly comfortable to have these metal spikes poke into her heels as she was forced to put some of her weight onto them, but since they didn't have a pointy tip, it didn't actually hurt. The far bigger problem was that Meg was unstable as fuck. The toe binds forced her to keep her legs closed while standing on her tiptoes, which made it real hard to balance. She only managed not to topple over by holding on to the ropes hanging down in front of her.

Seemed like that had been the plan all along. Sylvie grabbed the ropes and wrapped them around Meg's wrists, forcing her to keep her hands at the level of her head. Meg quickly realized that while it was possible to catch some of her weight with her arms, she had to actively work for it. If she relaxed, her entire weight would rest on her cramped toes and the far too small base under her heels.

True to her word, Sylvie made absolutely sure that Meg couldn't get away. She joined Meg's ankles together with another rope cuff and, because why not, she also tied her thighs together. Once she was done, there was no way for Meg to get off the contraption which didn't involve her awkwardly falling over, and even then she couldn't really fall with her wrists tied to the ceiling. No, she was standing there, and she'd continue to do so until Sylvie decreed that it was enough.

Speaking of which...

"How long is my punishment supposed to be?" Meg's smile was already a bit forced. Yes, these metal spikes weren't as bad as they could have been, but after several minutes it got really uncomfortable to have them dig into her heels all the time.

"Until you've learned your lesson, of course." Sylvie leaned in for a quick kiss on Meg's cheek. "Think you can handle it?"

"Sure." Meg tried to kiss Sylvie back, but her girlfriend had already stepped back, and bound as she was, following her movement was not an option. So instead Meg presented herself from her most enticing side and subtly wiggled her chest at Sylvie. "I'm all yours."

She'd expected Sylvie to go for a cheeky nipple pinch or some other way to spice things up, but nothing of the like was coming. Sylvie sat back down on the bed and took out her phone. Seemed like she'd only wanted Meg to be naked so she had something nice to look at while she scrolled the internet to pass the time. It was a little disappointing, but this was supposed to be a punishment, so Meg had no basis to complain about not getting what she wanted. She took a deep breath and settled in.

The first five or ten minutes or so (time was hard to tell with no clock and nothing going on around her except for Sylvie occasionally glancing over to her) passed without any issue. If anything, Meg was starting to get bored. The novelty of standing around naked had worn off now that it had become clear that nothing would come from it, and the bondage wasn't all that exciting either. Usually she would have simply zoned out and let her mind wander, but that was the one thing she couldn't do.

Her heels were starting to complain for real. If Meg hadn't known that these metal spikes didn't have a pointy tip, she would have been ready to believe that they were actual nails. The spots where they poked into her heels were getting increasingly tender, and it felt as if they might actually break the skin if Meg put her entire weight on them. She knew that Sylvie wouldn't risk any injuries, but that didn't change how much it hurt. Escaping the pain was possible, but it required her to pull herself up with her arms, which took active focus and was getting exhausting in its own right. Things would have certainly been easier if she'd stuck to her regular resolutions to work out more. Or at all.

No matter how hard she tried, though, it was impossible to keep herself up for any extended amount of time, and she'd inevitably wince as she settled down on the metal spikes again. She tried several times to twist her feet a little so it would at least be a different spot that took the brunt of her weight, but Sylvie had done too good a job. Between her ropes tightly joining Meg's legs together and that plastic part holding her toes in position, it was all but impossible to move her feet by a significant amount.

Any thoughts of boredom evaporated as the minutes ticked on and Meg struggled to make her position more bearable. Her arms were getting tired, but every time she tried to give them a rest, the pain in her heels made her eyes water. Her heels had to be bruised already. She didn't want to tear up in front of Sylvie, so she'd pull herself right back up again, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

"I... I think I learned my lesson." Meg surprised herself with how shaky her voice was. Fuck, she really sounded as if she was about to cry. Was she that weak? She was sure that Sylvie's spankings hurt more than this, but something about this constant unavoidable pain and the predicament she was in messed with her head.

"You think so?" Sylvie looked up from her phone. She was almost convincing in how she acted as if she didn't care, but Meg knew that look in her eyes too well. Sylvie was enjoying this far more than she'd ever admit. "Just out of curiosity: What lesson would that be?"

"That I shouldn't have worn heels?"

"Doesn't sound all that convincing." Sylvie's attention went back to her phone. "Let's continue this conversation when it has sunk in a little more."

Meg wanted to protest, but she knew that it wouldn't do her any good. If anything it would only make her come off as a whiny brat, when she wanted to show Sylvie that she could be a good girl.

But what had Sylvie wanted to hear? Had she only refused her answer because she'd said it in such an uncertain tone? Or had Meg been way off because this was actually about more than just the heels? Well, she would show what a good girl she was by using the time to figure it out.

Turns out, figuring things out is pretty hard when your brain is completely preoccupied dealing with so painful a predicament.

It didn't take long for Meg's arms to start hurting from the constant strain of trying to keep herself up. If Sylvie had only tied her wrists a little higher she might have been able to fall into the bondage and let the ropes carry her. That would have put some strain on her shoulders, but by alternating between these tactics she would have been able to hold herself up much longer. As it was, though, she only had the less than impressive muscles in her arms to save her heels, and her strength was rapidly running out. And it didn't help how her heels seemed to grow more sensitive by the minute.