Wrong Decisions - ballet boots fetish story

She was a real bitch, and she knew it.
She was a real bitch, and she liked it.
As the Director of Personnel for the big company she was working at,Karen’s biggest pleasure was to fire people. Laying off? No, that termwas too soft. She was firing them. And she was most often laughing at theirsobbing face.

She had spent the last week with the suits of the company, trying tofigure out a way of cutting expenses. The easiest way was to fire workers.She had told 15 that their job was gone. Most of them were women. Most ofthem got out in tears.

It was Thursday afternoon. She had taken her Friday off to prepare forher big meeting of Monday, where she would meet the president of thecompany, which would offer her a job of vice-president. She had made her wayto the top by stepping on other people’s head, but she didn’tmind. She was at the top, and the next step would be president. Nothing wasimpossible.

She was getting down in the underground parking lot, to get into herexpensive car and drive to her expensive condo. She was wearing her designerbusiness suit, walking with her head high, and with firm steps. She crossedmany people. She ignored them, and they ignored her. She didn't care. Shewas perfect. In her job, and in her way of life. She had the perfect bodythat all men dream of, but she was keeping it for herself, until she wouldfound the right worm to worship her.

Yes she was a bitch, and she liked it.

As she opened the door of her car, she heard swift sounds behind her, butbefore she had time to react, a thick pad was put over her mouth as her armswere held by firm hands. She was getting abducted. Thoughts flew fast in hermind. She would give her abductor the best sex he ever had, so he wouldlower his defenses, and when she’ll get free, she would suck the lifeenergy out of it. Prison was not enough. She would crush him. She tried toresist, but he was too strong. She was struggling to get free, but rapidlydozing off from the effect of the chloroform.

"That’s it, sweety. Let yourself go."

The last thought that went through her mind was: that’s awoman’s voice.

Everything was a blur. She blinked many times, trying to see better. Shetried to rub her eyes, but her arms were restrained, spread over her head.She tried to get up, but her feet too were tied. She figured that she was insome kind of spread eagle position. Something huge and hard was filling hermouth, and she could produce only some muffled garbled sounds. She tried totake a deep breath to calm down, but found it difficult, as if shecouldn’t expand her lungs. Her vision was still blurred, and sherealized that she had lenses over her eyes that produced that effect. Sheheard faint footsteps, and a black shadow bent over her.

"So you’re awake, said a muffled voice. It’s about time.I guess we exaggerated a little with the chloroform."

She tried to say something, but only mumbling came out. The captor womanlaughed.

"Don’t worry, dear, you’ll get to talk later. But fornow, we have to get you acquainted to your new… clothingstyle."

She felt strong hands taking hold of her wrists. She tried to resist, butwas still too weak from the chloroform. There was another woman, but shecould only make out a dark shadow. Her back was raised, and although sheresisted, her wrists were fastened in her back. She was then put on her backagain, and as one woman sat on her, the other untied her ankles from the bedand tied them together. She then felt wide straps being tightly pulled overeach knee. She was then positioned in a sitting fashion on the side of thebed. She felt that her ankles would go slightly apart, but her knees werejoined together. She felt a hard pull on her shoulders and elbows as morestraps were applied, joining her elbows together. It was painful, and shetried to complain, but all she got was laughing. By now, she had figuredthat her head was covered by some sort of rubbery hood, and a stiff collarwas limiting her head movements. Also, she was wearing a complete rubberoutfit, very tight, and her breathing was restricted by a long and stiffcorset.

There was a strong pull on her collar, forcing her to get up. She feltunsteady. She was wearing incredibly high heels, much higher than she everwore.
"Ooo. Unsteady. Not used to wear 6 inches heels, hey? Well, bettergetting used to it. Soon, that will be the only thing you would be able towear."

More laughing.

She was pulled in front of a mirror. Then, one of the women went behindher and, unfastened the lenses that were giving her the blurred vision. Whatshe saw shocked her as much as it astonished her.
The two women were dressed identically, wearing gleaming black rubbercatsuit, their face hidden behind black rubber hood with only eyes and mouthholes. They were wearing contact lenses, changing their eye color, to purplefor the one on her left, and red for the one on her right. Their lips lookedartificial, big, pulpous and bright red. There was no way she would be ableto recognize them, to identify them. But what astonished her was her ownlook.
She too was encased in a thick and shiny black rubber catsuit, from head totoe, her feet ending in 6 inches stiletto pumps. Her legs appeared long andslim. Her waist was constricted by a long rubber corset, covering her fromthe hips to her neck. It was black with red lacing, and red trimming. Herwaist was naturally thin, but this made it even smaller. She found the lookstunning. She turned sideways to have a better look. Her wide collar made itdifficult for her to turn her head, but it was enough to see how wonderfulshe looked, and also the fact that the cuffs holding rubber covered handswere securely locked. There was no escape.

The purple eyed woman tugged on her collar, so she had no choice but toturn in her direction.

"You have to get some practice on those heels to look pretty. Don'tworry, we have what it takes."

She was led to a treadmill. She was pushed on it then a harness wassecured tightly on her head. The top ring of it linked to the ceiling with astrong chain. A body harness was put on. A wide belt was applied to heralready thin waist and pulled on tight. There were numerous rings on it, andeach one was linked to part of the treadmill or the ceiling, and even on thefloor, so she couldn’t suspend herself. Once done, there was now wayshe could get off from it. A 3 inches chain was put between her knees, and asix inches chain between her ankles.

"The trick is to make small steps, said the red eyed as she startedthe treadmill on the slow speed."

She had no choice but to walk. And she couldn’t make any long stepsbecause of the hobble chains. Restrained as she was, she had no choice butto walk. The pace was okay, about one step every second.
The two women left, laughing.

She was alone with herself, panting, wanting to take deeper breathes. Shehad been walking on the treadmill for a long while. She had no way to tell.The women had been back, but to her dismay, not to free her, but to speedthe treadmill up. Now, she was at two steps a second. Her feet were hurting.She wanted relief. She was collapsing, but the many chains simply held herin place. By the end, her feet were moving, but it wasn’t her doingit. She was exhausted.
She felt the treadmill stopped, and being held by four hands. She was readyto pass out. She was carried to her bed, and tightly tied in the spreadeagle position. This was a relief, but taking the shoes off would have beenway better. But they were left on. She was feeling her feet swelling in theshoes. She lost it.

She was awakened, feeling her bonds being loosen.

"Come on. You must need to relief yourself by now, saidpurple."

Karen mumbled affirmatively. She needed to go, and she was quite hungrytoo. She was untied from the bed, and the arm tying procedure was doneagain. The blurring lenses were back on. She was let out of her“room” for the bathroom, where the crotch zipper of the suit wasopened and she was sat on the toilet, her two captors keeping an eye on her.
Once it was done, she was led back to her room. Her collar was linked by achain to the ceiling. Her legs spread about 3 feet apart by a spreader bar.The bar was linked to the floor. The crotch zipper, still opened, wasletting sweat run down. Then she felt fondling in her crotch, and somethinghuge was pushed inside her. It didn’t took long for her to realize itwas a dildo, and it was huge. She tried to resist, but it was forced in.
She screamed when she felt another being pushed into her rectum. She had nochoice. The zipper was closed back, and the tightness of the suit held theintruders in place. While she was in this position, her gag was removed. Shehad been warned that if she was to say anything, the gag was going back, andshe would receive no food. She complied. A straw was put in her mouth, andshe was instructed to suck.

"Don’t worry, it’s a diet milk shake."

She recognized the texture and the taste of it. That stuff was part ofher daily diet to keep slim. She felt her stomach full before she reachedthe bottom of the glass.

"Already full? Those corsets makes wonderful things, don’tthey?"

Karen didn’t had time to answer. The gag was back in place, andfelt tighter.

"Okay," said the red one, "while removing the blurringlenses, you learned to make steps in those shoes, now you have to learn towalk properly."

She was untied and backed to the wall. A book was put on her head. Withher posture collar, the only was she had to keep it balance, was to move herwhole upper body, already stiffen by the corset.
She was ordered to walk. She felt the dildos quite disturbing, and itsurprised her. The book fell off right away.

"Getting used to your toys, hey? Having fun yet?"

The book was placed back. She started to walk again, slowly. After foursteps, the book fell on the ground.

Slap!

She received a sharp cane slap on the butt, which made her straighten up,and turn away, but she was quickly grabbed by Red and put back in place.Purple was holding the cane.

"That’s the punishment for dropping the book. Just be careful.The first drop was a freebee".

The book was placed back on her head. 5 steps and it fell off.

Slap!

Karen grunted. But at the same time, she felt the whipping aroused herwith the dildos.

Slap!

"Any misbehavior is punishable."

It went on and on. When they stopped, she was able to make four length ofthe room, back and forth, without dropping the book. Her butt was burning,and she was burning hot with desire. But she was left stone cold. She wasput back on the bed and tied in the spread eagle.

"I think that’s enough for now. We’ll call it the night.See you tomorrow morning."

With that, the lights were turned off, and the two women left. It waspitch black in the room. No window. No way to tell what time it really was.She knew one thing, is that she was hot, and wanted relief. She tried tomove as much as her restraints allowed it. She managed to rock her hips upand down slightly, enough to give her pleasure. After a long climb, sheclimaxed. She fell asleep.

There was a knock. Then another, louder. Karen opened her eyes. It wasPhil, her face pressed on the car’s window.

"Karen? Are you okay?"

She awoke from her sleep, and lowered the window half way.

"Yes, I’m fine. Looks like I fell asleep."

Phil look changed.

"Err. Yes. Well, better be quick. I’m used to be late atmeetings, but not you. It’s your big day, today. Well, should be.Well, gotta go. See you up there."

"Big day? What…"

She looked at her watch, but she didn't saw her watch. What she saw wasgleaming black rubber. She looked down, and she was wearing all rubber. Sheturned the rear-view mirror to her. Her head was uncovered, but the rest ofher body was.

"What the hell…" she said, opening the door to get out.She almost choked. Her legs were encased in thigh high ballet toe boots. Shequickly got back in her car and closed the door. She noticed a card on thepassenger seat.

Hello dear Karen. It’s your big day today. Yes, it is Monday, theday you’re supposed to get your promotion anyway. As you can see,we’ve left you with your favorite outfit on. We thought it would bejust perfect to impress the suits. Have a nice life. – Red andPurple.

Karen laughed. If they though it was going to stop her, they were wrong.She was prepared. She made sure no one else was in the parking garage, andquickly got out and ran to her trunk where she picked her emergencysuitcase. She always had a suitcase full of clothes in case somethinghappened. She surprised herself at how easily she appeared to walk with theballet toe boots.
She entered the building, taking the emergency staircases. She knew therewas a bathroom just next to it on the third floor. She climbed the stairs,the suitcase on her left, and her briefcase, holding her future, on herright. The dildos, still inside her, were making the task difficult. She hadto use a lot of concentration not to climax.
She was on the 3rd floor. A quick glance around, and no one was in thecorridor. Three paces and she was in the bathroom. She locked herself in oneof the booth. She tried to remove the boots. It was impossible. The laceshad been soaked in some kind of resin and were now as solid as rock, and allglued together. Frantically, she looked for the back zipper, butcouldn’t find any. She got out of the booth to have a glimpse in themirror. There was no back zipper. The suit appeared to have been glued,including the crotch.
"The hell with it, I’ll dress over it. I think I have a longenough skirt that could hide those boots."

But another surprise was waiting for her in the suitcase. Her designerclothes had been replaced by rubber and pvc clothes: dresses, skirts,catsuits, masks, hoods, along with collars and restraints.
Appearing like that in front of the suits, she would loose all credibility,not counting it would be very embarrassing. But they were intelligent. Shewas sure they would understand. She would simply explain what had happened,that she had been abducted. She was strong. She had always been. She willshow them.
Head up, her briefcase in her right hand and her suitcase in her left hand,she got out of the restroom and headed for the 15th floor. For the headoffice.
Everywhere she passed it was dead silent followed by whisperings behind her.She opened the door of the meeting room. Everyone turned toward her, and aheavy silent fell on the room. Karen took a deep breath.

"Hello everyone. Good day Mr. President. Sorry for being late, andfor what I’m wearing. It’s a long story that I’ll be gladto explain later. Let’s just say that I have been abducted thisweekend and forced to wear… this, in an attempt to discourage myselfto attend this meeting. I must say to my opponents that they failed.I’m here, and I will present my files to the President."

She let her suitcase drop and violently put her briefcase on the tableand opened it. She lost a heartbeat. She didn’t had verified if theyhad put anything embarrassing in it. To her relief, everything was how itwas suppose to be. She took the file and handed it to the President, stilltrying to figure out if he was dreaming or what. She stayed there, leaningon the table with both hands, looking at the President.

"Euh… If you would take a seat, please, miss…Karen." He said while looking at the file.

Karen walked to the far end of the long table, the last place available,just facing the President. The thick rug muffled the clicking sound of herheels, but the creaking of leather and rubber appeared louder in the deadsilent room. She slowly sat, creating more creaking noise when she tried toslid her rubber covered legs on the leather chair.
The president looked at the file. At first, he had a surprised expression,but then he frowns and started to read with great care. That reassured Karenwho felt the President was impressed by her document.

"That is… really impressive, miss Karen."

"Thank you, Mr. President."

"But not in a very good way, he added"

"Excuse me, sir? Asked Karen, quite surprised."

"You see, seems that your abductors have modified yourfile…"

"The bastards, give me that back. I have a good copy in myoffice." She said while getting up.

"Sit down!" Ordered the President, looking straight in hereyes. Karen froze and sat down slowly.

"I can’t say that I approve their way, but they did a verygood job. I have here all your results of your past years with our company.Looks like you did an awesome job in saving expenses."

"Well… euh.. Thank you Mr. President. I did indeed save thecompany a lot of money."

"Oh yes you did, and you did it primarily by firingemployees."

"Some people are way too expensive for what they’re worth, Mr.President."

"Tell me. Do you recall Brad Thompson?"

"Thompson? Oh yes indeed. He was engulfing money in his departmentlike it was a bottomless pit. I believe that by firing him I saved about aquarter of a million."

"Yes, that’s what your file reads. But do you know where isMr. Thompson now?"

"I bet he’s looking for a job, she said with an arrogantgrin."

"No. Mr. Thompson had been hired the very next day by a competitor,who gave him his research money. The device he had developed is verysuccessful. In fact, that competitor has eaten so far 54% of our marketshare in that field, thanks to mr. Thompson’s research, a 80 millionsloss. Now, is the name Patsy Smith rings a bell?"

"Yes. She was working with Thompson. She was not giving good enoughresults, so I fired her last week, she said, but with lessassurance."

"Guess where she is now. Yes, working with Thompson."

"But… okay, perhaps this one was a mistake, but I did savethe company a lot of money by…"

"By firing key people that were getting paid too much, according toyour point of view. Simply by browsing at this file, with official recordswhere key people you fired went, I expect that we lost business opportunityclose to 150 millions."

"But… but…"

"Shut up."

The room had been silent, but now it was ice cold. The president read thefile to the end, which took close to an hour.

"I guess the administrative staff has to have a little talk. Please,miss Karen, go wait in the next room." Said the President with a verycold tone.

Karen complied, creaking her way to the waiting room. She thought ofleaving, but the only exit of that room was through the meeting room. Shestayed there for half an hour before she was called back in.
The President took the lead.

"Your file is filled with bad business decisions, but also witheasily provable situations of fraud, bribing, extortion and threats. Thiscould easily send you for 10 years behind bars. Needless to say that anyadministrative job is out of the question."

Karen’s jaw fell on the floor.

"Your abductors seemed to have had a lot of fun with you. I do notexactly approve of their practices, but there is one suggestion that, afterconsulting my staff here, will be submitted to you. The choice isyours."

The President had the papers glide all the way to the other end of thetable. With shaky hands, Karen read it. She almost went into shock. The dealwas simple. She will get the janitor work. She would never be able to haveanother job. She was signing for 10 years, 7 days a week. If she was missingone single day, the company would press charges, and she would go to jailfor 10 years firm. If she refuses, the company would press chargesimmediately.

The fine print included that she had to come to work dressed as she wasnow. She could get in more restrained, but not less. The company had thechoice of chaining her to anything if they wanted. There was no minimumhours, nor maximum working hours. The company was taking all the decisions,and she would have to follow. No talk back.

"Are you nuts? She said. This is insane."

"Do we have to assume that your decision is the trial?"

"Yes, she said with conviction."

10 years of jail. For good behavior, she would get out in 6 or 7 years,even earlier if she has a good lawyer. The president stood up.

"I want you all to be witness of this. Karen had chosen the trialover the agreement. Miss Karen, say yes if you want the trial.
"YES."

"So be it."

Karen had 2 choices: either to spend the next 10 years mopping the floordressed with ballet toe boots and latex, or go to jail for a 10 yearssentence, from which she would get out in 6 years for good behavior. Thesecond choice was appealing. That had been her choice.

Only one week had passed since the whole ordeal. Since her decision. Shewas still glued-locked in her latex suit and ballet toe boots, and was eagerto get out if it once in jail.

The courtroom was half empty. On her side, there was beside herself, herlawyer. No one else was present. Not even any member of her family. She waspaying for treating them as trash because they didn’t had a decentjob, per her standards. Her dad was working in a factory, her mom was ahouse wife, and her brother was a police officer. But it was not enough. Noone has a prestige job, like a doctor or a lawyer, or was in highmanagement. She had pretty much shit on them. Now, no one was there forher.
On the other side, the seats were pretty filled up. Besides the lawyers ofthe company, a good number of people she had laid off over the years werethere to assist at her sentencing.

Repeating offender. That’s the conclusion the judge came to. Forher lack of true regrets, for the happiness she felt when firing someone,and the fact that she pretty much sent her lawyer back to his office becausehe was not aggressive enough, the judge concluded that Karen was glad ofwhat she did, and that she would do it again. Coming from a judge, and awomen on top of that, was a slap in the face. But the judge added that Karenwould surely do the same things, unless there was re-training done.
For that, she was sentenced to 10 years, firm, into a rehabilitationcenter.
A rehabilitation center. That ought to be much more interesting than jail,she thought. And she was sure that after a few years, with good behavior,she would get out. Her faith was sealed with the bang of the hammer.
Under the applause of the fired employees, she was taken by guards and bringout of the courtroom.

She was expecting to see some kind of chemist approaching her with somekind of solution to break down the glue holding everything to her skin, butinstead, a woman guard, dressed in black leather, with spiky thigh highleather boots, approached, holding a ball gag and a slave collar. Karenprotested, but firmly held by the guards, she had no choice but to acceptthe collar and the gag, both pulled very tightly. Wide leather cuffs,locking her arms in her back replaced the standard handcuffs. More cuffswere added to her ankles, linked by a six inches chain. A leach was fastenedto the front ring of the collar, and she was pulled away, walking in smallsteps. To her dismay, she was led back to the courtroom, where she wasparaded in front of all the people, still waiting. They were laughing andpointing at her, wishing good luck, but in a very bad taste. Even the judgewas smiling. She simply couldn’t believe it.

She was put into a transport van. She was secured to her seat by widestraps over her waist. Her hobble chain was linked to the floor. The back ofthe seat was not very high, and her arms were passed behind, and linked tothe floor. She couldn’t move. Finally, a blindfold was applied. Shetried to protest, but no one responded. She was led to the rehab center. Shewondered what kind of center it was going to be.

What seemed like hours later, she was unloaded from the van, still tiedup and blindfolded. She followed the tugs on her leach. Heels were clickingon the hard floor. She counted hers plus two others. One was probably theleather clad women she saw at the courtroom, the other, she had no idea. Shewas led into a room, her wrists and ankles were untied, then she was laid onher back on a table. She felt straps being fastened around her legs at theankle, knee, thighs, wrists, elbows, waist and chest. Another strap was putaround her forehead, locking it in place. Then her collar was removed, alongwith the gag and the blindfold. She could see the leather clad womenstanding besides her, within her field of view, along with what would be anurse, all dressed in white, but white rubber. Her face appeared to becovered with clear latex, and her hairs totally removed.

"Welcome to the new rehab center, Karen. You will stay here for theduration of your sentence, which is 10 years. Any misbehavior will bringpunishment. Your stay is for 10 years. Not one hour more, not one hour less.Misbehavior will not lead to having your sentence prolonged but will makeyour stay a lot harder and painful."

"What the hell is that pla…"

Slap! The woman had slapped her hard in the face.

"You are not to speak unless allowed. Besides, you will not be ableto speak for the duration of your stay. We have total control over you. Theonly thing we can’t do is to terminate you. You have to get out ofhere alive. But then again, alive doesn’t specify in which conditionyou are living." she said with an evil grin.
Karen would have say something, but she decided to go along. That must beonly a trick to test the character of new inmates.

"Good. Fast learner. I like that. Now, I will explain what will bedone to you. Whoever did this to you did a pretty good job, saving ourselvesa lot of work. What will be done now is that your head will be shaved, thena hair growth inhibitor will be applied. Ear plugs will be inserted. Theyhave small amplifiers built in, so you will be able to hear only what wewant you to hear. It doesn’t use any batteries. Energy from yourmuscles are enough to provide the necessary power. Following that, a feedingtube will be inserted down your throat, and two breathing tubes will beinserted through your nose. A gag will then be applied. It’s a blow-upgag, with a hole in the center for the feeding tube. It will be filled laterwith liquid rubber that will harden in a few hours. . A latex hood will beglued on. A new collar will be put on. Finally, your dildos will be replacedwith ones with catheters, to provide for automatic cleaning. This shouldtake a little over an hour. We’ll talk more after that for theremaining of the sealing procedure.

"What? No, you can… Mgggrllrrg"

She couldn’t say more. The ball gag was put back in place. Thenurse spread a cream on hair, and Karen felt them fell off. Her head wasthoroughly cleaned and another cream put on. She was left there for a fewminutes for the growth inhibitor to settle in. Ears plugs were inserted,followed by the nostril tubes. A jaw spreader was used to keep her mouthopened while the feeding tube and blow up gag were installed. Then herforehead was released. A tight latex hood was put in place. Karen fought it,but the nurse was not impressed. The hood felt gooey, probably the glue, butit glided easily in place. Each tube end was fed through the proper holes ofthe hood, cut flush and more glue was applied. Her forehead was secured backin place. Karen panicked when she saw the huge syringe approaching. Thenurse put the opening of the syringe just on the side of the feeding tube.Karen felt the gag inflates in her mouth. She tried to chew on it, but therewas no way to stop the filling of liquid rubber. She felt her mouth full.She felt her cheeks expand, like balloons. She tried to make her stop, butthe filling continued, the pressure increased. Then it stopped. Shecouldn’t believe her mouth could be filled that much. It was alreadyhurting like hell.
Dark spherical lenses were applied over her eyes, glued all around. Theydimmed the light by 60%. Finally, a wide collar, very stiff, was appliedaround her neck and fastened tightly. The nurse had showed it to her beforeputting it on: it was made of hardened steel sandwiched between two layersof rubber. There was no buckle, only one way locking pins. Once in place, itwas impossible to remove with power tools.

She was unstrapped from the bed. Her arms were tied together in herback, elbow touching and her feet linked by a six inch chain. She struggledto keep her balance as the black leather lady came back. She snapped a leachon Karen's front collar ring and pulled.
She followed, making small steps on her ballet toe boots. She wondered howshe will be able to cope walking too much with them. She was led down a longcorridor. It was filled with small doors, about the size of a standardcloset door. She was led in front of the door marked C211. The door wasunlocked and opened, revealing a very small space, all lined with rubber.There was only a shaft protruding from the back of the closet.

"This is your room" said the leather lady, much to Karen'sdismay. "Step in!" she ordered.

Karen was turned around so that her back would be facing the oppositewall of her room. She was placed with the rod between her legs. The backwall had a hole allowing her arms to recess into it. The rod was about twoinches in diameter and had two small tubes going up from it.

With the help of a remote, the leather woman made the rod rise, andaligned Karen so that the tubes would mesh with her hollow dildos, thencontinued to lift it until her feet didn't touch the ground.

Karen was balancing, her whole weight carried on her crotch, pushinghard on the dildos.

"This is a no activity prison" she heard in her earphone."You stay here one week, then you exercise for a day, and have amedical exam, then it's in your room for another week."

"Karen struggled but the door was closed. She figured that if shecan lean sideway, she would relief some of the pressure or better yet, getoff the pole, but she soon felt her space shrinking. The walls, made ofrubber, were inflating, engulfing her, imprisoning her. Within a minute, shecouldn't move at all, crushed by the inflated bladder.

She missed mopping the floor.