Shiny and bright red, the boots were irresistible to Merula. When she was told she'd have to stand in them for a while if she put them on, she quickly nodded in agreement. Why else would she put them on if not to stand on them? At least, that was her original thinking. Once she was handcuffed, gagged, and to stand in them without reprieve, that opinion soon changed. Merula could only curse herself for being seduced by how good she would look in the boots. She had no idea that within a minute she'd hate every fiber of their construction. Her only reprieve is to hang by her handcuffs, hoping mer... Show more