Diana looked down at the pavement of the parking lot and cursed at herself internal, it was those fucking shoes!
She’d found them online, they’d been a good deal, and she’d just had to have them.
When they’d arrived they were even better than she expected; comfortable, stylish, and perfect for clubbing, they even glowed!
She’d slipped them on and walked around her apartment for a few minutes, the feeling in her feet was incredible, almost like the soles were being massaged.
That weekend she’d gone out with her friends and they were a hit, everyone complemented her on them, everyone asked her where she got them, and everyone wanted them.
She’d hooked up with a guy that night and taken him back to her place, they were naked and in her bed in no time, it was only when they shifted position and he pushed her legs up in the air, that she noticed the shoes were still on her feet.
Her eyes focused on the soft glowing pattern of the shoes as he fucked her, her mind seemed to pop, and then she orgasmed so hard when he unloaded inside of her.
She spent the rest of that night wearing the shoes, soft pleasurable pulsing coming through her soles, up her legs, and right into her pussy.
After that she managed to avoid wearing them for a few days, but they were just sooooo good to wear, she broke down and strutted around her apartment in them for hours on the fourth night.
Over the new few weeks she wore them more and more often, until there was hardly a free moment that they weren’t on her feet.
She had never been a prude, but now her weekends were filled with sex, random guys she hooked up with, all the while she wore the shoes and orgasmed over and over again.
Finally, just this week, the second package had arrived. She hadn’t ordered it, but it was from the same company that the shoes had come from. Inside was the purple latex catsuit that she now wore, just like the half dozen other women squatting in the parking lot around her.
The sound of an engine approaching brought her eyes up and she watched a white short bus drive into parking lot and then stop just in front of them. The door opened and a man in overalls and with a clipboard stepped out with a smile on his face.
“Good morning ladies.” he said as he read down his clipboard.
“Good morning Sir.” all their voices replied in unison.
“When I call your name, please stand at attention.” he stated matter of factly.
“Alison.” he said and a brunette to Diana’s left stood up.
“Gina.” a hispanic brunette stood up.
“Rachael.” a short redhead stood up.
“Diana.” she stood up.
“Casey.” he said but none of the other girls stood up. He frowned and made a mark on his clipboard.
He called the other three names on his list and the rest of the women stood as well.
“Alright, everyone in the bus, time to get you to processing before we put you on sale.” he said and the women made an orderly line and found seats for themselves.
Diana wanted to stop herself, to turn around and leave, just like she’d wanted to stay at home. But her wants and desires no longer mattered, she was a slave to the shoes, and the shoes belong to the company, and so she did as well.
As the bus drove off the only thing she could think of was how many of her friends would be joining her. She’d given at least a half dozen of them the site she’d bought the shoes from, and she had little doubt they had shared it to their friends as well.
How many had ordered them and how many simply forgot about them and moved on?
