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Sarah’s Heels.

By Foxcarrots

    Sarah had quite a long day. It was filled with meetings, client calls, and consultations. Though it was no longer than her average day at work, it felt like she had just run a marathon…in heels. Sarah was a tall woman on an athletic frame with just the right number of curves. She had auburn hair that hung to her shoulders in small twin braids. Her eyes were vibrant, and she had welcoming round face. She was dressed in a red sleeveless top and black miniskirt. She had generous breasts that were just contained in the top. They were somewhere between professional and alluring. The skirt was long enough to be wearable in an office but short enough to distract anyone she needed to. Her wide hips filled the skirt nicely and accentuated her legs just right. On her legs were grey silky nylons and on her feet were shiny black patent leather pumps. They were the most expensive pieces of clothing that she owned, the pair costing over a grand. She only wore them when she wanted to feel powerful and for the day that she had just gone through she needed it.

    She arrived at her apartment and sighed a sigh of relief. It was her sanctuary, a place that she could be herself and hide temporarily from the stress of day to day. Already she felt better and went to the fridge for some ide cold water. As she drank, she could feel the stress dissolve away as the cold of the drink went down her through and cooled her body. As the stress evaporate, she felt the one thing that was still tugging at her that would not let her relax. It was he heels. She tried to unceremoniously to kick them off, but they would not kick. She was careful not to scuff her expensive heels but as much leverage as she put with the toe of her other heel, she could not lift her heel out of the heel of the other shoe. She switched feet and tired the other but similarly found that the shoe would not budge.

    Annoyed, Sarah sat down on the couch and slung a leg over the other knee. She took hold of the heel of her shoe and tugged. She had expected it to slide off, but it stubbornly refused to budge yet again. She tugged a few more times before checking the other shoe. Both refused to move at all, and it made Sarah more and more upset. She decided to focus on one shoe at a time. She crossed it over, leaned forward and grasped the heel of the shoe with both hands. She tugged as hard as she could, gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath through her nose. She pulled until her hands and foot shook but her round and soft heel would not lift one bit from inside the black shiny pump. She could feel something strange, a substance within the heel that was not supposed to be there. It was like there was some kind of material against the insole of the shoe. It was alien, foreign, something strange that she had not noticed until that very moment. It was like some kind of adhesive, something that was resting under her sole and was securely arresting any ability for her foot to move.

    “What is this glue?” Sarah said in surprise and disgust. “Did someone line my heels with fucking glue?”

    Sarah focused on feeling her foot, trying to see how much glue she was stuck with. The substance was not wet or gooey, it was rubbery and thick. It had seemingly soaked right through her nylons and locked itself tight to the very soles of her feet. She tried to roll her foot around inside the tight pump and found that the outside as well of the inside of the arch was locked in it as well. The shoe had a lot of arch support and fit her feet quite well. Therefore, the glue had nothing but real estate to work with. She had some give at the sides and the glue seemed only to be in the insoles and not the sides of the shoe. That was a mercy but with the amount of glue she was stuck with that would not mean that much at all.

    Sarah tried to move her toes, and though the heels were tight and usually kept her toes together she usually had a but of give. However, this time she felt the pads of her toes tug at the glue and barely wiggle for they too were locked in the glue.

    “There’s got to be something I can do!” Sarah said to herself. “I have to make some kind of headway against this crap.”

    Sarah got up and walked over to the other room she used as her workshop space. There was a table mounted vice on a low table. It was usually meant to hold parts of sculptures in place while she worked on them but today it would be used for her high heeled pump. She put one of her feet into the vice and carefully closed it against the thickest part of the heel. She did so on an angle so she would have the best leverage to pull up and back, using all of her strength and position to add as much force to the pulling as possible.

    Sarah took a deep breath, placing both of her hands behind her knee and pulling. The clamp held the shoe rigidly in place, leaving only the glue to resist Sarah in her attempts to extricate her foot from the shoe. She felt an uncomfortable pulling sensation from the bottom of her heel, like the skin was being pulled. The nylons offered no protection. Luckily it was such a large patch of skin that it was not going to rip off. On the same vein she could not get out of it by loosing a layer of skin.

    She pulled and pulled and as she body shook, her teeth gritted and sweat started to form on her brow, there was movement. Little by little Sarah’s round heel began to lift out of the patent leather heel of the shoe. It was like fighting for millimeters, every but of progress was hard won and took all of Sarah’s strength. Hundreds of tight tiny yellow semi translucent tendrils of glue clung to her nylon clad flesh, none giving way and holding tight like steel cables that hold up a bridge. Sarah strained and strained but could not get them more than an inch from the shoe. Her foot was tethered and she had reached the precise end of how hard the glue would stretch. Her foot was unfreeable, locked and tethered to the shoe and she could not budge it. After a moment or so of puling the glue began to vibrate and yank the grip loose and pulled Sara’s foot firmly and violently back into place within the show. It was as if she had done nothing, her skin and the glue returning precisely where they were a moment before.

    Sarah tried the other foot, adding it to the vice and pulling as hard as she could. The fight was the same as before, once the glue slowly stretched it hit a point where it would stretch no more. No amount of tugging and wrenching could get her any more and it always ended with her foot right back into the shoe. She got a knife, a carving blade that had been sharpened to peak sharpness. On her next tug she strained to hold it and carefully moved a hand to the blade to try and cut the strands. But it became clear very quickly that the glue was stronger than the blades edge and would not even begin to cut. She knew that it was futile to keep trying and she risked injury if the blade was too close when the snap back occurred.

    Sarah knew she needed a new tactic. She freed her heel from the vice and searched the workshop for something she was sure that she had. It took a few before she discovered the prize she was searching for. It was an unopened bottle of universal glue solvent. She was certain if she applied it to her glue that it would dissolve, or at the very least loosen enough to finally break the strands.

    The glue remover was supposed to be super powerful and able to unto anything. She walked back over to the couch and tried to remove the cap…but it would not budge. She tried again and again but could not get the cap of the glue remover to budge. It was every bit as stuck as the glue holding her feet in the high heels. She wrapped the cap in her shirt for a better grip and wrenched again. Her face turned red, and her teeth gritted but the cap would not budge. She tried hitting it against the table to try and release it but nothing. Again and again, she tried to remove the cap, but it was like it was a solid piece with the rest of the bottle. She was covered in sweat and red like she had been out in the sun, but she would not give up. The bottle was her only chance to get out of her heels and she was not going to give up.

    Sarah put the cap in her mouth and but down hard, her teeth marring the plastic as they got a tight grip. She used both hands, almost growling as she struggled with the bottle. She would have screamed had she not had something in her mouth but still the cap would not budge. She howled in frustration, smacking the bottle off of counters, the walls, anything that might break open the bottle or satiate her rage. He eventually was red in the face and decided that desperate measurers were needed.

    To the vice Sarah went, tightening it tighter and tighter on the bottle until the cap cracked, solvent beginning to seep from the side. She wasted no time and opened the vice and extricated the bottle. The cap now destroyed easily opened and fell to the floor. From there it was a simple matter of putting her heel back in the vice and locking it back on. She struggled, her weary muscles groaned, and her teeth gritted tightly as she prepared for another pull. “Two more stretches and I’m free of this!” Sarah thought to herself as she fought the glue, making it stretch slowly but surely. As it reached peak stress, she managed to hold the pose and apply nearly half of the solvent into the shoe. She could feel the wet substance coat her sole and fil her shoe before the shoe snapped back on. She decided to let it work and apply the solvent to the other foot.

    Sarah painstakingly repeated the process and vice locked her other heel, pulling hard to expose the glue. Her body ached and she felt near exhaustion fall over her. Fighting the glue and the bottle for so long had taken its toll and she had little left. This would be the last stretch. However, once the glue was applied, she would be free, there would be no more labors thereafter.

    Once the glue had reached its maximum stretch, she dumped the rest of the solvent in and let the shoe snap back. The solvent was wet and warm against her skin, and she could only hope that it was doing its thing. She decided to give it a few minutes and, in the meantime, freed her heel from the vice and read the label of the glue remover.

Universal solvent and industrial glue remover. Safe for skin, keep out of eyes, mouth and away from children. Dissolves any glue*

    “Why is there an asterisk?” Sarah thought before finding a description that it would take ten minutes to take effect. Just to be sure she waited twenty, ready to be free of her heels and finally get some rest. She reached down, took a hold of a heel and pulled. Hey eyes went wide as she felt the glue holding just as strong as before. She checked the other foot and found the solvent had done nothing to the glue not even making it stretchier at all.

    “The solvent had no effect!” Sarah shouted in shock and terror. “The asterisk!”

    She quickly retrieved the bottle, searching the label for the asterisk text.

Glue has no effect on Maxim glue. If you have issues with Maxim glue, call for help.

    “Maxim glue???” Sarah said in frightened shock as she looked down at her high heel clad feet. “This day just got a hell of a lot worse.”

END

Description

Sarah’s Heels.

By Foxcarrots

    Sarah had quite a long day. It was filled with meetings, client calls, and consultations. Though it was no longer than her average day at work, it felt like she had just run a marathon…in heels. Sarah was a tall woman on an athletic frame with just the right number of curves. She had auburn hair that hung to her shoulders in small twin braids. Her eyes were vibrant, and she had welcoming round face. She was dressed in a red sleeveless top and black miniskirt. She had generous breasts that were just contained in the top. They were somewhere between professional and alluring. The skirt was long enough to be wearable in an office but short enough to distract anyone she needed to. Her wide hips filled the skirt nicely and accentuated her legs just right. On her legs were grey silky nylons and on her feet were shiny black patent leather pumps. They were the most expensive pieces of clothing that she owned, the pair costing over a grand. She only wore them when she wanted to feel powerful and for the day that she had just gone through she needed it.

    She arrived at her apartment and sighed a sigh of relief. It was her sanctuary, a place that she could be herself and hide temporarily from the stress of day to day. Already she felt better and went to the fridge for some ide cold water. As she drank, she could feel the stress dissolve away as the cold of the drink went down her through and cooled her body. As the stress evaporate, she felt the one thing that was still tugging at her that would not let her relax. It was he heels. She tried to unceremoniously to kick them off, but they would not kick. She was careful not to scuff her expensive heels but as much leverage as she put with the toe of her other heel, she could not lift her heel out of the heel of the other shoe. She switched feet and tired the other but similarly found that the shoe would not budge.

    Annoyed, Sarah sat down on the couch and slung a leg over the other knee. She took hold of the heel of her shoe and tugged. She had expected it to slide off, but it stubbornly refused to budge yet again. She tugged a few more times before checking the other shoe. Both refused to move at all, and it made Sarah more and more upset. She decided to focus on one shoe at a time. She crossed it over, leaned forward and grasped the heel of the shoe with both hands. She tugged as hard as she could, gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath through her nose. She pulled until her hands and foot shook but her round and soft heel would not lift one bit from inside the black shiny pump. She could feel something strange, a substance within the heel that was not supposed to be there. It was like there was some kind of material against the insole of the shoe. It was alien, foreign, something strange that she had not noticed until that very moment. It was like some kind of adhesive, something that was resting under her sole and was securely arresting any ability for her foot to move.

    “What is this glue?” Sarah said in surprise and disgust. “Did someone line my heels with fucking glue?”

    Sarah focused on feeling her foot, trying to see how much glue she was stuck with. The substance was not wet or gooey, it was rubbery and thick. It had seemingly soaked right through her nylons and locked itself tight to the very soles of her feet. She tried to roll her foot around inside the tight pump and found that the outside as well of the inside of the arch was locked in it as well. The shoe had a lot of arch support and fit her feet quite well. Therefore, the glue had nothing but real estate to work with. She had some give at the sides and the glue seemed only to be in the insoles and not the sides of the shoe. That was a mercy but with the amount of glue she was stuck with that would not mean that much at all.

    Sarah tried to move her toes, and though the heels were tight and usually kept her toes together she usually had a but of give. However, this time she felt the pads of her toes tug at the glue and barely wiggle for they too were locked in the glue.

    “There’s got to be something I can do!” Sarah said to herself. “I have to make some kind of headway against this crap.”

    Sarah got up and walked over to the other room she used as her workshop space. There was a table mounted vice on a low table. It was usually meant to hold parts of sculptures in place while she worked on them but today it would be used for her high heeled pump. She put one of her feet into the vice and carefully closed it against the thickest part of the heel. She did so on an angle so she would have the best leverage to pull up and back, using all of her strength and position to add as much force to the pulling as possible.

    Sarah took a deep breath, placing both of her hands behind her knee and pulling. The clamp held the shoe rigidly in place, leaving only the glue to resist Sarah in her attempts to extricate her foot from the shoe. She felt an uncomfortable pulling sensation from the bottom of her heel, like the skin was being pulled. The nylons offered no protection. Luckily it was such a large patch of skin that it was not going to rip off. On the same vein she could not get out of it by loosing a layer of skin.

    She pulled and pulled and as she body shook, her teeth gritted and sweat started to form on her brow, there was movement. Little by little Sarah’s round heel began to lift out of the patent leather heel of the shoe. It was like fighting for millimeters, every but of progress was hard won and took all of Sarah’s strength. Hundreds of tight tiny yellow semi translucent tendrils of glue clung to her nylon clad flesh, none giving way and holding tight like steel cables that hold up a bridge. Sarah strained and strained but could not get them more than an inch from the shoe. Her foot was tethered and she had reached the precise end of how hard the glue would stretch. Her foot was unfreeable, locked and tethered to the shoe and she could not budge it. After a moment or so of puling the glue began to vibrate and yank the grip loose and pulled Sara’s foot firmly and violently back into place within the show. It was as if she had done nothing, her skin and the glue returning precisely where they were a moment before.

    Sarah tried the other foot, adding it to the vice and pulling as hard as she could. The fight was the same as before, once the glue slowly stretched it hit a point where it would stretch no more. No amount of tugging and wrenching could get her any more and it always ended with her foot right back into the shoe. She got a knife, a carving blade that had been sharpened to peak sharpness. On her next tug she strained to hold it and carefully moved a hand to the blade to try and cut the strands. But it became clear very quickly that the glue was stronger than the blades edge and would not even begin to cut. She knew that it was futile to keep trying and she risked injury if the blade was too close when the snap back occurred.

    Sarah knew she needed a new tactic. She freed her heel from the vice and searched the workshop for something she was sure that she had. It took a few before she discovered the prize she was searching for. It was an unopened bottle of universal glue solvent. She was certain if she applied it to her glue that it would dissolve, or at the very least loosen enough to finally break the strands.

    The glue remover was supposed to be super powerful and able to unto anything. She walked back over to the couch and tried to remove the cap…but it would not budge. She tried again and again but could not get the cap of the glue remover to budge. It was every bit as stuck as the glue holding her feet in the high heels. She wrapped the cap in her shirt for a better grip and wrenched again. Her face turned red, and her teeth gritted but the cap would not budge. She tried hitting it against the table to try and release it but nothing. Again and again, she tried to remove the cap, but it was like it was a solid piece with the rest of the bottle. She was covered in sweat and red like she had been out in the sun, but she would not give up. The bottle was her only chance to get out of her heels and she was not going to give up.

    Sarah put the cap in her mouth and but down hard, her teeth marring the plastic as they got a tight grip. She used both hands, almost growling as she struggled with the bottle. She would have screamed had she not had something in her mouth but still the cap would not budge. She howled in frustration, smacking the bottle off of counters, the walls, anything that might break open the bottle or satiate her rage. He eventually was red in the face and decided that desperate measurers were needed.

    To the vice Sarah went, tightening it tighter and tighter on the bottle until the cap cracked, solvent beginning to seep from the side. She wasted no time and opened the vice and extricated the bottle. The cap now destroyed easily opened and fell to the floor. From there it was a simple matter of putting her heel back in the vice and locking it back on. She struggled, her weary muscles groaned, and her teeth gritted tightly as she prepared for another pull. “Two more stretches and I’m free of this!” Sarah thought to herself as she fought the glue, making it stretch slowly but surely. As it reached peak stress, she managed to hold the pose and apply nearly half of the solvent into the shoe. She could feel the wet substance coat her sole and fil her shoe before the shoe snapped back on. She decided to let it work and apply the solvent to the other foot.

    Sarah painstakingly repeated the process and vice locked her other heel, pulling hard to expose the glue. Her body ached and she felt near exhaustion fall over her. Fighting the glue and the bottle for so long had taken its toll and she had little left. This would be the last stretch. However, once the glue was applied, she would be free, there would be no more labors thereafter.

    Once the glue had reached its maximum stretch, she dumped the rest of the solvent in and let the shoe snap back. The solvent was wet and warm against her skin, and she could only hope that it was doing its thing. She decided to give it a few minutes and, in the meantime, freed her heel from the vice and read the label of the glue remover.

Universal solvent and industrial glue remover. Safe for skin, keep out of eyes, mouth and away from children. Dissolves any glue*

    “Why is there an asterisk?” Sarah thought before finding a description that it would take ten minutes to take effect. Just to be sure she waited twenty, ready to be free of her heels and finally get some rest. She reached down, took a hold of a heel and pulled. Hey eyes went wide as she felt the glue holding just as strong as before. She checked the other foot and found the solvent had done nothing to the glue not even making it stretchier at all.

    “The solvent had no effect!” Sarah shouted in shock and terror. “The asterisk!”

    She quickly retrieved the bottle, searching the label for the asterisk text.

Glue has no effect on Maxim glue. If you have issues with Maxim glue, call for help.

    “Maxim glue???” Sarah said in frightened shock as she looked down at her high heel clad feet. “This day just got a hell of a lot worse.”

END