They were made from blackleather and were held on my feet by a number of straps that crossed overmy foot. But it was the thin three inch heel that had... me worried. Whilethe shoes weren't screaming out for sex at all, they did have a thinstiletto that I was afraid was going to break at the smallest amount ofpressure. It took me at least five minutes of walking around the housebefore I was confident enough that they would support my weight.Once Julia was done with me, Stephanie worked her magic on. Nadia brought my food to eat in my room, she could see I was uncomfortable, and I remember no more until next morning.Nadia woke me, she had found a bra for me, with holes to allow my nipples to poke through, it was wonderfully comfortable, and I felt much better, although it was hardly beautiful, apparently made from white canvas.I asked about my washing, my laundry basket remained obstinately un emptied. Nadia blushed “The housekeeper says they are only fit for whores, she will not wash them,. The sounds of her pleasure, rising and falling, fills me with impotent rage and humiliation. My jaw and tongue ache, this time from too much movement, long before she allows me to bring her.When she finally finishes, I lay there, my eyes closed, still helpless. I hope she releases me soon. I just want my arms back. I want to stand up. I want to move. Anything is better than this. She leans against the wall, a languid smile on her lips.Several long minutes pass before it occurs to me. I don’t. Seeing the house cleaned up and freshly painted. Rolling the wheelchair to the garden porch, he sat there with his hand over his mouth. Helen was standing on his left while I was on his right side, my palm on his shoulder. Bringing his hand up to his arm, he squeezed my hand.“Thank you, son,” he said, while his tears flooded his cheeks.We sat at the kitchen table, Helen going through a plan my new love and I had put together. It was a design of the house, with ideas in which we had. How to.