I'm hard at work in my office, and everything's going wrong! In frustration, I dangle my high heeled shoes from my bare feet as I talk on the phone and type emails. I slip my shoes off altogether and pace as I try to get this property deal moving. Finally, it's the end of the day and I can go home, but I'm so frustrated; gawd! As I come in through the front door I remove my high heels and walk barefoot to my bedroom. I sit on the bed with my bare feet out in front of me as I check through my stupid emails one more time. Urgh, what a nightmare! I'm exhausted so I strip off my skirt and blous...

I'm hard at work in my office, and everything's going wrong! In frustration, I dangle my high heeled shoes from my bare feet as I talk on the phone and type emails. I slip my shoes off altogether and pace as I try to get this property deal moving. Finally, it's the end of the day and I can go home, but I'm so frustrated; gawd! As I come in through the front door I remove my high heels and walk barefoot to my bedroom. I sit on the bed with my bare feet out in front of me as I check through my stupid emails one more time. Urgh, what a nightmare! I'm exhausted so I strip off my skirt and blouse, wishing I was a princess with servants to look after me. I clamber into bed, desperate to rest...

...I'm still in bed, but I'm a royal princess, waking up to hear the noise of a peasants' revolt right outside my window! I knew this was likely, so fortunately I'm well prepared. Wearing my velvet nightdress and nightgown, I buckle on my strappy high heels and grab the suitcase full of valuables that I'd already packed in case the worst happened. But just as I'm leaving, one of the soldiers from 'the people's army' rampages into my bedroom and handcuffs me. How dare he! He insists I tell him where the valuables are hidden, and when I won't, he pushes me onto the bed, removes my high heeled shoes, and cuffs my ankles too. What a brute! After this, he drags me down to the castle dungeons - I've never even been here before. What on earth is he going to do with me?

His plan, it appears, is to hurt me until I divulge the location of all the money and jewels. I won't talk, but he attaches a spreader bar between my cuffed ankles, attaches my wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and pulls my feet high up in the air for a session of agonising bastinado with a leather strap, a riding crop and even a cane! It's intolerably painful, and I'm soon thrashing around, trying to escape, and screaming as loud as I can! When it's finally over, he simply removes my remaining clothing, repositions me so I'm kneeling in chains, and starts to work my feet over with hot wax, more of the riding crop, and then a horrible spiked pinwheel. Unbearable! Then he puts clamps on my nipples and pussy (how dare he!), makes me run on the spot (which will ruin my pedicure) and leaves me chained up with my wrists pulled to the ceiling all night. I cannot bear it!

...and then I wake up, back in bed. Thank God, it was just a nightmare! And I realise I'm grateful not to be a princess, after all. Being a property investor is good enough for me! I check my bare feet, to make sure it *was* just a dream. They're still clean and soft, and the nail polish is still immaculate. Thank Goodness! To celebrate, I rub my favourite lotion into them, and put my feet back up on the bed while I check my emails. I'm never going to complain about my job again!