Feeling silly was better than being beaten past screaming.
Ed squashed his qualms and pulled on the stockings. These were fading lavender and split by runs. Clearly they were only kept for recreational purposes. Matching elastic garters followed, and dainty lace gloves for his hands. Then yes, Julie actually expected him to cram his bruised feet into a pair of her shoes.
“I’m a big girl,” she breathed, running a finger up the anaconda’s underside. Despite feeling as silly as expected, Ed was still straining. “We’ll get you your own shoes soon. Today you justly suffer for us. So settle on this bench and let’s see if we can’t fit you in here…”
The leather was old and stretched. The silk smoothed insertion. And Ed pointed his toes and arched his sole in honest accommodation. Still it took
