Once she was satisfied with every garter, she nodded. “Now stand like ladies, backs straight, take your other stocking, and sit on the couch.”
She watched as they scurried over to the sofa and sat there, looking at her expectantly. She didn’t disappoint: “Now, leave one foot on the floor again and pull the other one up on the edge of the sofa, heel on the cushion, toes hanging off the edge. I don’t know what you’re blushing for. You both have panties on already. Imagine if you didn’t!” She stepped closer to them, stroking their hair, loving the way Penny gasped and turned her chin to help Channah run her fingers down her cheek. “Roll up the other stocking, without moving your legs. Try to keep your backs straight and your shoulders back. And when you’re ready, you’re going to slip the stocking over your toes. As soon as you have the ball of your foot in the stocking, you’re going to straighten that leg—”
“What?!”
“You heard me, missy, straighten it and point your toe as high as you can manage while you roll the stocking on.” The girls giggled, not finding this nearly as easy as the standing position, and Channah laughed at their efforts.
“Even after all the training you’ve had, you’re not very limber, girls. We are going to work on that, I promise you. But,” she allowed reluctantly as she stepped back from them, “not too terribly bad, all things considered. Next gift!”
Finishing Touches
The next boxes held tall, sleek pumps of fine white leather, with three almost gladiatorial parallel ankle straps accented with golden brass studs and buckles.
“They’re beautiful,” Penny marveled. “But I’m afraid I’m going to fall on my face! They’re so tall!”
Channah laughed. “Practice makes perfect, girls, and I will expect you to practice. As you’ll see…”
Chas, absent-mindedly touched her collar and blushed. “They match!” Her observation surprised Penny, who imitated her automatically, both girls making “O” faces like little dolls, while Channah smirked.
“They certainly do.” Picking up the discarded boxes, she set them behind her, making the girls curious what they had missed. “As you’ll see in a moment. Now, I want you to practice putting your shoes on the same way you did your stockings. First, sitting on the sofa with your leg raised delicately, go on… not too bad… Chas, try smoothing your stocking with one hand while holding the shoe in place with the other, before buckling it up. Penny, no cheating! All three buckles with your foot in the air! Oh, that’s not graceful!” she tried very hard to look disapproving, and failed, snorting at Penny’s efforts.
“Um… Domina,” Chas looked discomfited again. “The top strap…”
“Indeed,” she agreed. The first two straps had buckles no different from those of a tiny little belt. The topmost, however, had only a “U”-shaped wicket on the mouth and a series of slits on the tongue, with no way to fasten them together. “You girls need to get better about checking the boxes thoroughly. These shoes really do match your collars.” She held up a small gold padlock and key.
“Domina,” Chas managed hoarsely as she smiled archly. “Here, lift your foot onto my lap. Point your toes and twist your leg so your toes point towards your midline, it’s much more graceful,” she assured the girls, snapping the lock shut, and then repeating the process with Penny, her hands feeling warm and intimate on their legs.
“They’re like little collars around our ankles,” Penny agreed, looking ambivalently at her leg where it rested on Channah.
“They are! You girls are so cute. Let’s see how you do standing, with one foot on the table, as before…”
“Only now we can hardly balance, Domina!”
“That’s not my problem,” she feigned innocence. “Come on, show me what refined young ladies you are. Don’t fall! Penny honey, hold Chas first while she finishes, then she can hold you. Don’t hold her like she’s a chamber pot! Face her, stand against her, and hold her hips to give her some stability!” Channah ‘helped’ by positioning Penny with her crotch tight against Chas’s hip, making both girls blush, the way she was struggling to smother a smile belying the idea it was an innocent exercise. “Don’t be shy. Much better! Now Chas will feel safe! Feeling safe is a good foundation for feeling sexy.”
Channah let the third tiny gold lock dangle from her fingers, offering it to Chas, who snapped it in place with his head bowed, not meeting her eyes; and then it was time for them to reverse roles. “Only now, Chas is even less stable than before. Which makes it more important than ever that you stand tightly together for stability.”
When they were done, she could see they were hesitant to move and laughed merrily at their worried expressions. “If you can make it to the sofa, you can sit there and I will even bring you your last two gifts.”
“Oh, Domina…” the girls breathed reverently, their suspicions of what the last box would hold at once confirmed and exceeded. Each box held a gorgeous white brocade dress, with the same gold pattern of medlars and the same cut as Channah’s scarlet dress. “We match!” with great hesitance and difficulty showing how moved they were, they rose to their feet and hugged her, kissing her on each cheek, each girl depending on Channah’s stability for their own even as they were trying to thank her.
And the three of them did match, beautifully. Once the girls were dressed they stood together, flanking their Domina, admiring themselves in the mirror. Even with their cripplingly high heels, the girls were still half a head shorter than Channah; the vibrance of her scarlet and black drawing the eye away from the girls. Their Queen was the peacock to their peahens, as was only fitting. But there was no doubt, all three of them looked amazing, and either of the girls on her own quite regal. All three dresses were beautiful and special temples, celebrating their wearers.
“Fortunately for you,” Channah began, “I had my servants stock up the palace already. I can see you won’t be able to do much carrying in those shoes!”
“And we certainly cannot kick them off, Domina,” Penny blushed.
“These dresses are made to go with the shoes, so don’t you dare take them off while wearing them or the hems will drag on the floor.”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Now, gather your shifts and half-shifts in one box apiece, that’s all you’ll need for the week. Or,” she proposed mischievously, “If you prefer, you can leave them behind.”
“No, Domina!” they wailed with mock seriousness.
Literature Section “06-54 Hella Honeymoon XI”—Part 54 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1125 words—Accompanying Images: 1569-1571—Published 2025-04-07—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.