High Heel Predicament

High Heel Predicament
“See you 2:30 tomorrow. Posh dress” was how the message ended.
“Oh goody” I thought, “He must have guests and wants me to look particularly nice.”
I was in all of a panic getting ready but surprisingly I was almost on time. Sunday mid-afternoon and a lovely warm day.
True, he did have guests. They’d dropped in unexpectedly. But he soon hurried them out of the door.
“It’s a lovely day.” He soon said “I thought we could go for a walk.”
“But why the posh dress?” I vaguely wondered. “Oh maybe he fancies taking some arty picturesque shots with me posing elegantly against the flowerbeds…” Well it was such a nice day. All the Spring flowers were out and everything was in bud. I would look oh so pretty in amongst all the lovely shrubs and gorgeous blooms.
“Oh and wear your new stilettos.” He instructs.
We are soon parked up and out into the busy park. There are people everywhere. All out enjoying the lovely weather and the chance to meet up with friends they haven’t seen for months.
“Right." He says unexpectedly "Just slowly walk along the path and I’ll video you. And please smile a little for the camera.”
I obey the instructions and well, he seems happy enough.
“Now walk along the path, around the corner. Walk prettily like a girl.” I do as I am told. “OK. Back to the first path. Just walk slowly towards me, then lift your skirt and show off your stocking tops.” I’m a little confused as I thought we were going to seek out a nice part of the park to photograph me against. But I looking around, it’s relatively quiet for the moment so I do as I am told. He’s obviously not that satisfied so makes me do it all again, lifting my dress a little higher. I feel a little uneasy.
“Right Amanda. Walk gracefully over to that rock. Sit on it and flash those sexy legs of yours for me.”
“But there’s people everywhere…” I protest.
“And try to look sensually towards the camera. I want to see those soft white thighs of yours.” Fortunately in the time whilst he sets up the camera the path mostly cleared. With nobody near I grabbed my opportunity.
“No. No. On the big rock!”
“What. That’s far too high for me.”
“…I’m filming…”
“OK Amanda, now I want you to walk down these woodland steps.”
“I’ll put my flats on.” I’m really not seeing where’s he’s going with any of this.
“No. Keep your stilettos on.”
My mind’s getting in a bit of a whirl, but I think it best to just appease him for the moment - just carefully down the first few steps.
“Slow” He instructs.
It’s really very steep and uneven. Just five steps down to that first flat bit. Holding my breath I carefully position each tiptoe before lightly placing the heel. It’s a good thing these shoes fit so snugly. I hold on to the hem of my dress for some helpless comforting balance.
As I turn around he gestures me yet further down, so I obediently obey, down to the second landing. I breathe deeply with relief. Turning around to cautiously work my way back up, I climb a couple of steps to see he is still holding the camera but waving me even further down. I’m really not sure if all this is a good idea and I’m starting to suspect he is getting some kind of joy or satisfaction seeing me in such a predicament. But I do as I have been instructed right down to the bottom.
Taking each step back up with equal care I’m finding it hard to hide my peeved feelings. Half way he gestures me to show some leg. Eventually and thankfully I make it safely all the way back to the top.
I’m guessing that my idea of prettily posed photos is off his agenda. Maybe it never was… but tackling those steep steps in such high heels was daunting and quite risky for me. Maybe he likes the idea of the “damsel in distress” seeing a girl in a cute dress, stockings and high heels faced with such a tricky dilemma. The fantasy of the pretty sweet girl all so vulnerable, wobbling along in high heels, helpless and “all at sea”.
“Come on girl. Show off your lovely legs.”
Before I know it he has me climbing up onto a narrow decorative stone wall and tottering along as best as I can.
I’m a little mixed up and can’t think straight. I teeter along in broad daylight, oh so gingerly in my high heels doing my very best, hardly daring to breath.
“Come on girl. Show off your lovely legs.” He repeats.
“But everyone will be watching.”
Completely ignoring my pleas, he gestures me to walk around the curve of the wall. Well at least he now seems satisfied, but bids me to walk around again holding up my dress for all the world to see… Sometimes, just sometimes I wonder how my life turns these strange corners placing me into these situations. Well I guess it’s a good thing I’m such a good girl and do just as I’m told, isn’t it?
Amanda x

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