Sarah frowned at her therapist, Dr. Lucanor. It didn’t seem like he could comprehend what she was saying at all, or was actually trying not to comprehend. She tapped her shoes against the floor, feeling more and more frustrated by the second. He wrote in his notebook at a snail’s pace, perhaps to try to waste time, and she found herself asking for the third time that evening if he really understood what she was saying.
“I do indeed, Sarah,” he said, looking at her from beneath his spectacles. “And I must implore you to try to network further than you’ve already had, especially while people are out and about during the summer season. I can promise you that humans are not as terrifying as you’ve made them out to be.”
She rolled her eye, knowing he would never understand. This was her third session with him, after being forced to engage in them by her family doctor, knowing how much she was struggling with her mental health, and she had already gone through most of her life traumas with him in the first two sessions - meaning he must get why she has trust issues with most people.
It all started at her birth, really, with her mother’s death. Her father blamed her for it all, as they sometimes do, and destroyed her face in the process. There was no point in going into details, but it left her with a pretty horrific scar and only one eye left. She had been placed in foster care after this, and had been made fun of by the other children almost her entire life, never feeling a place she could call home. The problem was, trauma never really left you, especially when Sarah was raised very isolated from the rest of society. She had no friends, never had a boyfriend (despite having a lot of desire to do so), and had no idea how to look at people. Besides, how was she supposed to communicate with people when they all cringed away from her every time they saw her?
Of course, this all resulted in terrible mental health, and her sitting in the chair across from Dr. Lucanor today. He looked up at the large clock hung on one wall and said, “well, it seems like that’s the end of our session today, I’ll see you exactly one month from now.”
She grimaced and nodded, already packing up her things to leave. At least this waste of time was covered by her insurance, or else she would’ve canceled it after the first session. On her way out, he repeated his previous statement, making her wince once more, “please, Sarah. Next time, I’d like to hear that you’ve made a connection with someone. Anyone.”
She nodded, gave him a smile, and closed the door behind her, immediately feeling a wave of relief as she did so. She ignored the secretary as she made her way out of the office and towards the subway station, which thankfully wasn’t too far away. Because of the disgustingly hot weather, she wore very short shorts, a loose fitting t-shirt, sneakers, and had her hair loose around her, which fell by her chest. It wasn’t quite appropriate for a therapy visit, but she was dressed pretty professionally for the other two, and figured it didn’t matter that much.
She had straight black hair and brown eyes, though she barely looked at herself in the mirror. It was too horrific to look at, even after twenty years, and she just didn’t want to be reminded of her father. She had a short torso and very long legs, which made her feel even more insecure at times, like her legs were her only good asset, and nothing else mattered.
The subway train arrived in front of her, and she entered, finding a seat in the corner to calm herself down more. As she started flipping through her phone to find the right playlist, though, a pair of legs appeared right in her field of view, standing directly in front of her. The train itself should’ve been mostly empty, which made this all the weirder. She looked up to see a stunning woman with a short tight-fitted black dress, bold pantyhose that hugged her skin perfectly with a delicate rose pattern, and very high heels. She had no makeup on whatsoever, though definitely didn’t need it, and her hair was tied up neatly on the top of her head in a bun. She also carried a briefcase, which made Sarah wonder immediately if she was just ending a work shift.
Being too shy in general, Sarah continued to stare at the woman’s legs until she said, “good evening, miss. Do you mind if I take a moment to speak to you?”
Sarah nodded awkwardly, though still wondered why she wouldn’t stand near one of the dozens of other available seats. The woman, who was a bit older than Sarah, began the conversation by saying, “my name is Melody. I’m the personal assistant of Mr. Reynolds.” Sarah looked up to see the woman pass her a business card.
It was embossed with black ink and simple in itself, though the name was familiar to even Sarah. She couldn’t quite place what he did exactly, but he must’ve been quite important for her to recognize the name. “Mr. Reynolds is a very important man, and is one of the richest in the country. Perhaps you know of him?”
“His name is a little familiar…” Sarah said, using her voice for the first time. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“I have been looking for a partner for Mr. Reynolds for quite some time. It’s part of my duties, as I am very familiar with Mr. Reynolds’ particular interests. I believe you are the perfect candidate for him, and that he would be interested in meeting you. I came over to ask if you would be okay for me to take a picture of you, so he could see how stunning you really are.” Melody seemed so casual about the whole thing Sarah almost questioned if she was the unusual one. How often did women get approached on the subway by strangers telling them they look beautiful? It seemed like something out of a fairy tale, and probably way too good to be true. Sarah wondered if this woman was from some sort of kidnapping operation who targeted innocent looking women who were spotted alone.
“I… I’m not beautiful though,” Sarah said, raising her head slightly to show off her scars.
“Oh honey, you’re absolutely mesmerizing.” Melody replied confidently. She stood up and took a few steps back, angling her phone at Sarah dramatically as she did. “Well, what do you say about a photo?”
Sarah thought about it for a few seconds, and figured whether or not Melody was telling the truth, a photo wouldn’t hurt either way. She nodded shyly, and Melody began taking quick photos of her, though seemed to be focused more on the lower half of her body rather than the upper half. Sarah figured she was overthinking it, and exchanged phone numbers with Melody, with the assistant telling her she would be contacting her within a few days if Mr. Reynolds found her satisfactory.
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A few days had passed since the strange encounter, with Sarah repeatedly wondering if she had dreamt it up. She kept fishing the business card out of her pocket, and searching him up online. Mr. Reynolds was quite a catch, despite being almost double her age. He was well groomed, had a pleasant smile in event photos, and seemed to be quite the philanthropist. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like being with a billionaire, to be forever taken care of by someone who wanted to show her off.
The only scandal she could really come across was the fact that Mr. Reynolds seemed to have a particular type with his female employees. They all dressed similarly to Melody, and all had the greatest of bodies, particularly their legs. She also located a few feminist forums about how Mr. Reynolds never let his female employees sit down, but she figured people were just jealous and liked to make a huge deal out of non-existent topics, and closed her laptop. Besides, she doubted he would actually contact her anyways.
On the third day, her phone rang with an unknown number. She answered it, and was shocked to hear Melody’s voice on the other line. “Is this Sarah, perchance?” Her sweet voice came across on Sarah’s speaker.
“Yes, Melody?” She asked, her heart already starting to pound. She had no friends or family to really talk about this with, and had kept the secret to herself, especially since most people would think she was lying through her teeth. She figured Mr. Reynolds would want all of this to be confidential, anyways.
“It is. I’m glad you remember me,” Melody said, “Mr. Reynolds was very pleased with the pictures I’ve sent him, and wants to take you out on a date.”
“I… what?” Sarah couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“Don’t worry about a single thing. We have everything ready for you. I’ll come over to your apartment in a few hours and help you prepare,” Sarah wondered how many other women Melody had spoken the same words to before.
“Wait, how do you know I live in an apartment?” Sarah asked.
“Mr. Reynolds knows a lot of things, Sarah. You’ll find that out soon enough. I’ll see you soon.” The phone cut off, and Sarah placed it back down on the table, completely bewildered. Melody never even asked her for her address, let alone whether or not she even wanted to go on this date. Of course she did, but it would’ve been nice to have been given a choice. Maybe she appeared too desperate and lonely outwardly… maybe that was what Mr. Reynolds was interested in in the first place.
She tried not to think about it for the next few hours, but it was difficult for her not to feel a mix of apprehension and excitement. Melody rang up to her apartment just as promised carrying a bag on one arm and a pretty serious expression on her face.
She barely said anything about Sarah’s apartment, and got right to work, telling Sarah to put the clothes on as fast as she could. She set a red pantyhose and another black fabric into Sarah’s hand, and shoved her into her own bedroom.
Sarah stripped down to her underwear and put on the pantyhose, having done so a few times in the past. That wasn’t the issue - it was the other material that made her completely confused. There wasn’t a hole for her head to come out, and no matter how much she wiggled in it it just didn’t seem like a normal dress.
After a few minutes of struggling, she was beginning to lose her patience, and exited her room, calling out for Melody to help her.
Melody was immediately up for the task, and adjusted the material on her so it fit into place. It was still wrong. Sarah walked up to the long mirror by the front door with her eyebrows wrinkled together, though was unable to see it. In fact, she was barely able to see herself at all. The red pantyhose material was normal along with the short miniskirt. The most unusual item was the black burka now covering her upper body. There was a tiny hole in the front for her mouth, but her eyes were completely covered by the material. She’d never seen an outfit like it before. It was like a mix of a burka and a miniskirt. Something that exposed one half of her body completely, but covered the other half.
“There has to be some sort of mistake,” she started, but Melody barely let her get a single word in. She pulled out a pair of black pumps out, and instructed Sarah to sit on the couch.
Sarah was so confused all she could do was to listen to instructions as Melody began slipping the five inch pumps on her. “Do you think I can wear something else? I’ve never worn heels before…” She knew she would fall in these, and that would be pretty embarrassing for a first date.
“No, no. This is what Mr. Reynolds wants you to wear. You’ll get used to it, just find your balance.” Sarah barely had time to make sense of it all. On one hand, from the TV shows and movies she’s watched, this is all pretty abnormal. On the other hand, she’s also never gone on a date in real life before, and she couldn’t help but wonder if this was perhaps normal in some circles? Besides, her curiosity got the worst of her, and she wanted to see what they expected of her next.
“Great, you’re all prepared.” Melody said after pulling her into a standing position and eyeing her up and down. Sarah had expected her hair to be done, or maybe to have a professional makeup artist to cover her scars, but now realized it wouldn’t matter much with her upper body being completely covered.
“Now, Mr. Reynolds one very important rule. You’ll have to remember it, and do not break it,” Melody emphasized.
Sarah nodded, her curiosity getting the better of her again. “You should only speak to Mr. Reynolds when asked. Don’t speak without a necessity. Though you seem like you’re quite in general, which makes you the perfect fit for what he’s looking for.” Don’t speak? But that seemed like it was the most important thing to do on a date! None of this made any sense. She wondered not for the first time that night if she should just cancel the date. If this were really a dangerous scenario, she would’ve had many chances to escape before it was too late. She didn’t know why she was pushing herself to go along with it. In fact, Mr. Reynolds could be completely made up, or not the person actually going on the date with her today.
“Come on, let’s go see him,” Melody announced, and began shuffling Sarah out the door, with both their heels now clicking across the floor. Sarah had a rough go at climbing down the stairs, but at least the car was parked right downstairs, and she had Melody to fall on if she needed to.
She was about to enter the car when Melody shook her head, “no, no. This is just for Mr. Reynolds.”
Sarah cocked her head, confused. There was no restaurant close by, and there was no way she would be able to walk in these shoes for more than a few seconds. Why wouldn’t they just drive to the restaurant as most people often do? Besides, it was incredibly embarrassing to be walking down her neighborhood street with this outfit on. Though thankfully no one would actually recognize her.
She stood for a few seconds with Melody before a driver walked around to the back door of the car and opened it, letting Mr. Reynolds out. The car itself was a sleek black BMW, and even Sarah, who didn’t know much about cars, was a little impressed. “She’s all ready for you, Mr. Reynolds,” Melody said. Mr. Reynolds nodded at her, and eyed Sarah up and down with appreciation.
Sarah had seen many pictures of him, but found it hard to recognize him due to the black material of the burka. It was hard to see anything at all, really. She blushed a little as he studied her. Seemingly pleased with how Melody had done, Mr. Reynolds nodded at the driver, who drove off on his own. Melody began walking in the opposite direction as them, not giving Sarah a single word of farewell as she did. Her heels clicked against the cobblestone flooring, leaving only the couple behind.
“He–” Sarah started, already forgetting the biggest rule she was given.
“Hello ladies,” Mr. Reynolds said, looking directly at her legs. “You’re much more beautiful in real life than from the many pictures I’ve received.”
Sarah was immediately taken aback… ‘ladies?’ there was only one of her… was he possibly talking to her legs instead of addressing her? What kind of fetish was this? Was that why she was bundled up completely except for her legs?
“My name is–”
Again she was cut off, with Mr. Reynolds now saying, “unfortunately we will have to walk to the restaurant. I have a strict policy against the women in my life ever sitting down. It’s quite a far distance, but you two will manage. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of watching you walk.”
Sarah had no idea what to do at this point. This is by far the strangest thing to ever have happened to her, and she could easily take off her dress and heels and head right back to her apartment. It would be so easy to escape from all of this. But… there was something in the back of her head that told her she should explore a little, see what this man was all about. Besides, she might regret not doing so for the rest of her life. One embarrassing night of dating wouldn’t kill her, would it?
She began following him, though had really underestimated the rough cobblestone under her feet. She would’ve loved to grab onto him for support, but she had a feeling he was enjoying her suffering somehow, and would not be assisting her in any way. Along with the rough terrain, Sarah also only had one eye to work with, which was rough on her balance even with normal footwear. Along with the black burka covering her entire face, the walk seemed impossible.
She stumbled multiple times on the way, and wanted desperately to ask him how long it was going to take, or which restaurant they were going to, but now knew Melody was completely serious when she said she wasn’t allowed to talk to him. Sarah had never felt so desperate wanting to talk to someone in her life.
He didn’t slow down for her either, forcing her to try her hardest to catch up so she wasn’t left behind. With her short torso and long legs, he was still a bit taller than her despite the heels, and each strut required two of her short wobbly steps to catch up.
Eventually, she managed to trip herself on a chipped piece of cobblestone and she cried out loudly as she fell to her knees, her heels completely losing contact with the ground. Her ass grazed against the rough flooring, and she winced from the pain, knowing it would be sure to bruise the next day. Surely, her date would attempt to help her up, wouldn’t he? She looked up to see that he had stopped in his tracks, but only turned back to say, “so glad you girls are alright, not a mark on you, huh? That would be very displeasing to me if you were ever scared.” He brought out a handkerchief from out of nowhere and began dusting off her red pantyhose.
She felt the anger rise up inside of her. Really? That’s what he was worried about? That she would potentially damage her legs or pantyhose? She grumbled as she pushed herself up slowly, hoping her heels weren’t damaged enough that she would be able to keep walking in them. Though perhaps he would let her go barefoot if they were too broken for her to stand on…
Determined to try again, she began trying to make conversation, and yet was interrupted or ignored by him each and every time. “Mr. Reynolds, I was wondering why you preferred me to wear this outfit?”
“Honestly, I think the two of you are the smoothest legs I’ve ever seen, I’m going to have to congratulate Melody later for finding the one,” he said without looking back. Sarah couldn’t decide if she should be flattered or utterly insulted by all of these compliments. If she were being honest with herself, it was probably the only time anyone has ever complimented her in any way, other than Melody on the subway.
When they finally reached the restaurant twenty minutes later, Sarah felt as if her ankles were going to break. She had no idea how women managed to walk in heels for so long, especially going out and dancing all night. Her legs were almost shaking from the pressure of keeping her balance and not falling again. She had no idea what he would actually do if she nicked her leg or pantyhose even a little. Maybe he would just abandon her on the streets.
The restaurant was eerily quiet as she entered except for the sound of soft jazz music playing in the background. She realized as soon as they entered that Mr. Reynolds and her were the only people dining in the establishment that night. It seemed he had booked the entire place for them. She felt a little relieved. At least that meant no one would be staring at them as they dined, and the wait staff seemed professional enough that none of them would say a word about the peculiar situation. Besides, he was probably going to tip them a very high amount for their discretion.
She hadn’t really noticed people on their walk to the restaurant, mostly due to her trying her hardest not to trip and fall multiple times, though the lack of any comments or glances was making her feel slightly more normal about all of this.
The two of them were led through the high class restaurant, which was dotted with hundreds of candles, and arrived at a standing table made out of glass. She was a little bewildered. If they were the only ones there, wouldn’t it be better for them to have some sort of cozy booth?
She realized what was going on when a waiter pulled over a leather bar stool for him, and walked away before she was given one herself. Ah, she had forgotten that she wouldn’t be allowed to sit down all night. Again, she told herself she could leave anytime she wanted.
She stared at him through the burka as he spoke gently to the waiters, telling them he wanted the usual, and not consulting her for what she wanted. Well, at least she was getting a good meal out of this. This restaurant was very impressive, and sure to make some delicious food.
She had wondered what they would be doing all night without her being allowed to speak, but it seemed like Mr. Reynolds was fine with just talking to her legs.
“So, there I was, going through a tough time in my business. Things were getting real rough, you know? I'm sitting here with the two of you, and I must share how I pulled through, legs.” She wondered if she should be responding, but that would defeat the purpose, no? He continued nonetheless. “Picture this: my wealth was taking a nosedive, and it felt like the world was against me. But one piece of advice stuck with me during those hard days. A mentor once told me, ‘When life hits you with its worst, stand your ground like a tough tree in a storm. Ride it out, and you'll come out stronger."’
She continued to fidget, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second, “It was a stormy night, both metaphorically and literally. I made up my mind right here in this very room we're sitting in. I decided to face my problems head-on, no matter how hard it seemed. And you know what? I did it. Pushed through and came out the other side. So, legs, the lesson is simple: life throws crap at you, but if you grit your teeth and face it, you'll surprise yourself. It's the tough times that show what you're made of. Hope my story hits home for you too.”
He continued to tell her legs about the success of his business and how he got to this point today while she stared uncomfortably at him. Thankfully, they were interrupted by the waiter a few times, first to hand Mr. Reynolds a glass of whisky on the rocks, and a second time to slide over a delicious looking meal - with a giant sizzling steak, potatoes, and vegetables on the side. She could feel her stomach growling, and she was eager to have the same herself.
The next insult of the night was what the waiter served her instead of the steak. She was given a glass cup full of thick white liquid and a straw sticking out. Before she could ask anything about it, the waiter left without a single word. She stared down at it, confused, as Mr. Reynolds said, “it’s specifically formulated to make the two of you shine even harder. Tastes terrible, but why would that matter?”
She leaned down and took a sip, immediately grimacing. The more the night went on, the less human she felt. This was absolutely degrading.
“The two of you are something else. Seriously, you’ve got your own style, your own rhythm. Every step they take is like a little dance, and I can't help but be impressed. This is exactly what I’m looking for,” he said in between delicious looking bites.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She glared at him and said, “do you even have any interest in me as a person whatsoever? This is absolutely shameful.”
“No, I do not,” he replied curtly, finally looking up to face her for the first time. “I have zero interest in the personality of the supplement to your legs. It’s not personal, it’s just how I am. I have sought out the perfect pair of legs, and it seems like I’ve found them. Well, I should say Melody has found them for me.”
That was it for her, she didn’t know why she was still sitting here. She wasn’t getting a fancy meal out of it, and wasn’t getting good company. She lifted up her feet one at a time and removed her shoes as quickly as she could, pulled the burka-skirt combo off of her body, and stormed out of the restaurant without a single word. She was absolutely ridiculous for spending so long on this man and giving him even a semblance of a chance.
She sat outside on a bench with tears streaming down her face. Well, at least she didn’t have any makeup to worry about smudging. She didn’t even care if she was just in her underwear at this point. She was just relieved she finally got to sit down. This date was a complete and utter disaster. But with the life she’s been living so far, she wasn’t too surprised.
She sighed, feeling lonelier than ever. This was the first time anyone has actually cared for her in any way, or given her compliments in any way. Sure, it wasn’t actually towards her, but it was still nice to feel it even a little. Mr. Reynolds was a huge asshole, but he would be able to provide her life with some sort of stability.
She didn’t know if she was too rash to step out like that. She had been trying to tell herself this was the opportunity of a lifetime all night, and she had passed it up without even thinking through it properly. Maybe there was a reason why she’s always looked the way she’s looked - maybe this was a calling. Like she was some sort of beautiful leg model.
She stood up, deciding the least she could do was apologize for running out like that. On the way back, she slowly put her outfit back together, though only managed to put on the pantyhose and pumps again before she was stopped by Melody, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She began trying to explain herself to Melody, who didn’t seem to care what she had to say whatsoever.
Melody pulled out a leather mask from inside her large bag and proceeded to pull it onto Sarah’s head. Sarah hadn’t noticed what was on it, but felt it as a large phallic object pushed through her mouth hole and into her mouth. She gagged, and realized she was no longer able to speak. She took the burka from Sarah’s arms and slipped it easily over her head again. She felt Melody’s hands grab her wrists and pull them backwards before she heard the click of cuffs closing in around her from behind her back. She was then led into the restaurant and put right in front of Mr. Reynolds, except this time on a bench table instead of the high glass bar.
Sarah was confused for a second before realizing Melody was actually trying to lift her onto the table itself, so her legs would be directly facing Mr. Reynolds instead of her face. Sarah wobbled on the table, wondering how long she was expected to keep her balance for. She was also quite concerned she would be accidentally kicking the cutlery or glassware off the table, being unable to see it.
Mr. Reynolds continued the date like nothing had happened, and continued to compliment her legs like they were the most precious things in the world. This time, Sarah managed to take it in stride, despite her senses being more blurred than before she had stepped out.
When Mr. Reynolds finished his meal as well as dessert, he stood up, leaving her on the table as he wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. He touched her for the very first time, stroking her legs gently. She could feel his warm fingers through the fabric, and almost shuddered at the sensation. It wasn’t amazing, but it was the first time anyone had touched her since… she didn’t know how long. And she wanted more of it. “Now, I’m ready to invite the two of you for a second date if you’re interested.” She wanted to say something, but nothing would come out with the gag in her mouth, “I am a very busy man, and you will be isolated from the rest of the world until we can see each other again, but we will eventually have our second date.” She didn’t let herself think about it this time. She nodded a gentle nod in response, and he left the room, saying only a single, “good.”
She was wondering how she would be able to step down from the table on her own when Melody showed up out of nowhere again. She helped her off the table and said, “come, let’s get out of here.” It seemed she wasn’t going to be removing any of the restraints from Sarah quite yet.
Sarah had absolutely no idea what they had planned for her next.
Part 2
Sarah had assumed the date was over, but it seemed Melody had wanted to have a chat with her instead. She had worried about them pushing her too far, but realized she probably needed to have this conversation, just to figure out what was going on with this strange man.
The two girls began walking down the street, and though Sarah could barely feel her feet inside the heels from the sheer pain of the experience, she still winced a little with every step. She wondered if she would ever get used to it. With what she had agreed to today - it seemed she would be wearing a lot more heels in the future. They might even get steeper and steeper. Melody began helping Sarah take off her mask, making sure they slid easily past her cuffs so she was still wearing the burka.
She didn’t really watch the streets around her as she walked with Melody. She seemed to trust this woman subconsciously, and knew she would never force her to do something she didn’t want to do. “How did you feel about the dinner?” Melody asked suddenly.
Sarah was glad she had started the conversation, and bit her lip, “I… uh… it was very different.”
“It does take a little bit to get used to,” Melody admitted.
“What is your role in all this then?” Sarah would have normally been shy about conversations like this, but she realized that this might be her only chance to figure everything out and see if she’s really okay with all of this.
“I’m the personal assistant to Mr. Reynolds. Well, my upper body is. I think I should start from the very beginning, though, or this will all be very confusing.” They turned the corner, and Sarah wondered if she had permission to stop and relax her feet for a few seconds. She decided not to ask, mainly because she was so interested in what Melody had to say next.
“You see, Mr. Reynolds is part of a society, a secret one that some rich men partake in. They believe that all women consist of three separate parts - two legs and a supplement. The ‘supplement’ is basically the rest of our body, the one that gives nutrition to the legs, and the one that keeps it alive. He has named my two legs, and considers them different to my upper body, which means I get three separate salaries. They’re his models, rather than an assistant or secretary,” Melody concluded like this was all normal behavior.
Sarah didn’t really know what to say. It was all so unusual… yet she’s probably heard of weirder things in the past. “So he finds my legs to be satisfactory to… date?”
Melody nodded, turning back to give her a smile, “I would consider it a great compliment if I were you. I have been searching for many years now, being the first of his female hires, and he has never been as infatuated with a pair of legs as he has been with you.”
Sarah couldn’t help but blush, no matter how weird this all was to her. “So he treats all the women that work with him the same way?”
“The same way as they treat me, yes. Every woman has signed a contract to agree to this. It’s not as extreme as you may think. All we have to do is to agree to not let the press know about this, and to be okay with being treated like we’re three different entities. He never touches us without our explicit permission, and we get to have three separate salaries. I’ve never actually had a woman say no to being a hire,” Melody stopped at once, and turned to face the street. Sarah wondered what she was doing for a moment before realizing - Melody had stopped at a bus stop.
“What are we doing here?”
“That’s another part of our agreement with him. We’re not allowed to sit down when we’re on duty. I’m still being paid by him right now, and he absolutely despises the creasing of beautiful legs. I’m sure you won’t be able to walk two hour’s distance with those heels, so we’ll have to take the bus to his chateau,” she explained.
Sarah stared at Melody, wondering how someone could be this obedient. How would he even know if she was lying to him about this? It was most likely why she was his top assistant, because she did everything exactly how he wished without him having to ask for it.
The bus arrived a few minutes later, and the two women got on, with neither making a move to sit down at the many available seats. “Good, you’re already catching on,” Melody praised.
She moved to the front of the bus to whisper something to the bus driver, and Sarah watched as she handed him a wad of cash - probably to keep him quiet about Sarah’s cuffs and burka.
Sarah was quick to get back to the conversation when Melody returned, “So what you’re saying is none of you are being forced, and actually really like him.”
Melody nodded, “he’s a caring employer, and we all get along well. I have no complaints whatsoever. I know what I signed up for.”
“So can you explain more about what I should expect?” Sarah asked. Gods, she was desperate to sit down, just to have a second of rest. Her legs were going to be on fire for who knows how long after this.
“You need to forget about him ever caring for you besides what your legs offer him. It’s not going to happen, he will never change,” Melody replied bluntly. Sarah tried to absorb all this. She did secretly imagine her life with him, to hope that he’ll care so much for her he might want to do more, but Melody seemed pretty insistent that this could never happen. “He won’t care about your thoughts, your personality, your ambitions - none of that. But he will provide for you as long as you follow his wishes.”
“And I just have to accept that?” She asked.
“It’s your choice, Sarah. I’m laying it all out for you right now.”
Sarah looked out the window, watching the evening lights pass them by as the bus driver brought them further and further away from the city. “Where are you bringing me now?” She asked finally.
“Where you’ll be staying until he wants to see you for your next date.”
“And where’s that?”
“A room in his manor.”
Sarah had no idea what a ‘manor’ even was. Would it be as grandiose as the shows and movies she watched? It sounded extreme, though she was slightly excited to be able to see it, “so we’ll be living together?”
“A little. You won’t be having meals together - not yet. It’s a very large place, and you’ll be asked to stay isolated in your bedroom. He’s also mostly at work, so the most you’ll ever see is staff - though that will be rare as well since only I’m allowed in your room for now..”
“And I’m not allowed to leave?” Sarah asked.
“You are, anytime you want, but we will disappear from your life permanently” Melody admitted, “you are not the first we’ve offered this to, and many have given up, unable to take it.”
It was a sick sort of flattery, but she still absorbed it nonetheless. “What about my apartment?” Sarah was in between jobs, and didn’t have any family or friends to report to, so that wasn’t really a concern for her. She received cheques for her disability every month from the government, which made her scrape by week to week so far, but she definitely didn’t have a very good life.
“We’ll take care of it,” Melody replied, “in fact, there are people there as we speak, packing up your belongings.”
How was she supposed to react to all of this? How would anyone? None of it made any sense at all, and yet everyone around her seemed to behave like this was completely normal.
Sarah felt drained, and decided she no longer had any more questions to ask. She’ll just have to accept it, and figure out as the days go on whether or not she can last as long as they want her to.
The bus grinded to a halt at the last stop, and she followed Melody down the streets, wondering how much longer she would have to do this for.
It would be so much better if she had a limousine or driver to take her around. At least it would make her feel like she was truly with one of the richest men in the world. Having to take the bus to his manor almost felt like a joke, like all of this was something a friend thought up to see how much she would be able to take.
She followed Melody down a large street that had a few other properties, though they were all fenced and so large in acreage she could barely see the other homes. Sarah tripped a few times, being so utterly exhausted and in pain, though managed not to fall on their way to her new home.
Melody eventually stopped at the very end of the street, and proceeded to open the gate with some sort of ID. It slid open smoothly, revealing a very large front garden with a beautifully decorated lawn on either side. She could scent the fresh flowers from the well-tended garden. Sarah couldn’t see most of it due to the darkness as well as her usual poor vision, though wondered if she would be given a chance to explore it all in the coming days.
She followed Melody to the front door, though the assistant turned the corner and headed to the right side of the manor instead. Sarah let herself look up at it for a few seconds, marveling at the newly constructed Victorian design. She couldn’t see much with the burka in the way and her poor vision, but hoped to see more in the morning when she had most of her vision back.
She was a little upset they couldn’t go in through the front, but Melody didn’t say a word as they turned the corner to stand right in front of a side entrance. Sarah suddenly moved forwards and put an extra cloth on top of her burka, so she was truly blind.
Sarah frowned. She felt insulted they didn’t trust her inside the manor. What could she even do, with no one in her life to even care if she disappeared? She obeyed and let Melody guide her, though. She had gone too far now to stop with such a simple request.
Melody shifted, and adjusted so her arm was underneath Sarah’s hand. She guided her into the manor and through a few turns before Sarah heard a door click open. She was guided to a new space before she heard Melody close the door behind her. She pulled Sarah’s blindfold off, and let her look around the room.
She found herself surrounded by opulence and refinement, just like the outside of the manor. The walls were adorned with intricate wallpaper featuring elaborate floral patterns, and the ornate molding along the ceiling added a touch of grandeur. Soft, ambient light from an ornate chandelier suspended above cast a warm glow, enhancing the room's rich atmosphere.
Against one wall stood a majestic four-poster bed, its dark mahogany frame intricately carved with detailed filigree. The bedding, a combination of plush velvet and silk, exuded luxury, with rich, deep colors that complemented the overall Victorian aesthetic. Delicate lace curtains hung from the bedposts, creating an intimate and elegant canopy.
Opposite the bed, a massive Victorian wardrobe stood. Its dark wood was adorned with intricate carvings and brass handles, concealing a good amount storage space within. In an unexpected corner of the room, a small refrigerator stood inconspicuously, making Sarah wonder what was stored inside.
There was nothing there entertainment wise, but still the most beautiful room Sarah had ever stepped in. “You will have to stay in this room until the next date, do you understand?” Melody asked.
“What if I leave?” Sarah replied.
“The door is unlocked, you can leave whenever you want. So far, most women have not lasted more than one evening. I have a good feeling about you, so try not to let me down,” Sarah could always trust Melody to be upfront and honest at least. “While you’re waiting, think of names you’d like for your legs.”
She moved towards her and finally uncuffed her, adding that all her meals are provided for in the refrigerator, and that she was only permitted outfits in the wardrobe. Sarah didn’t know how long she should expect to be alone for, but didn’t bother asking. She had a feeling Melody had no idea, either.
She wrapped her fingers around her wrists and rubbed them a few times, helping the ache of being restrained for so long, and took off her heels before Melody even stepped out of the room.
She collapsed onto the bed with a deep huff of relief as Melody closed the door in front of her, and though she knew the door wouldn’t be locked, Sarah still felt a slight sense of panic.
The next morning, she woke up still in her miniskirt, and took some time laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling to really think about what she’d gotten herself into. She eventually stood up, wondering if she had something more comfortable to change into. She opened the wardrobe to reveal a closet full of burkas, pantyhose, skirts, and high heels, each higher than the last. Well, this is what she should’ve expected.
She walked to the refrigerator and opened the door, revealing what seemed like hundreds and hundreds of the same boring drinks. Is this all she was allowed to have? This was going to be a serious issue long term. She wondered if she would be able to talk to Melody eventually - perhaps she could get her some yummier flavors.
She spent the entire day to herself. In fact, for the next few weeks, she didn’t see a single person other than the occasional gardener walking by her window, who she knew she shouldn’t try to speak to. She spent the first week mostly lying in bed or looking out the window to the beautiful garden. Over time, this started to become boring, and she switched to walking on heels all day, trying to train her feet.
She didn’t think she was doing it for him. No, she knew he would force her to do so, so it would be better for her to train so she would be in less pain next time it happened. By the time that Melody knocked on her door a few weeks later, she felt pretty proficient in wearing heels. Well, it was definitely much better than the first day.
“Close your eyes and keep silent,” Melody commanded at once.
This was a little disappointing, mostly because Sarah had needed someone to talk to, mostly so she didn’t feel stir crazy. She also really wanted to ask about the shakes, which were definitely getting on her nerves over everything else. “Did you think of names for your legs?” Melody asked.
Sarah nodded, “uh, I was thinking Ava and Emma? So they rhyme.”
“Good. I’ll let him know. Now put on your outfit, put the mask underneath.” Sarah felt as if Melody had already seen it all, so wasn’t shy as she picked out an outfit she’d thought was a good match during her days of flipping through her entire selection. She came out with pink sheer pantyhose, six inch baby pink heels, and a light purple burka. She hoped it was okay as Melody brought out the handcuffs- which seemed to be the exact same pair as their first date - and put it on her quickly.
She slipped the third layer over her to cover her vision completely, and began leading her out of the room. She slipped it off of her as they reached an echoey space, which felt much larger than her bedroom without Sarah needing to look around.
Her vision was blurry with one eye, her burka, and the mask, but she could make out exactly where she was. She was currently standing in the middle of a large theater room with around a dozen plush and large red chairs facing a giant screen with a projector pointed towards it.
Mr. Reynolds was already situated right in the middle with a table on his left and right. The right table had some snacks and what looked to be whisky, and the other was empty. “That’s where you go,” Melody whispered as she pushed Sarah forwards. “See you later.”
Sarah gulped and nodded. She’d been waiting for this moment for so long it was almost terrifying to face, but she let herself breathe deeply as she approached.
Having his rules memorized by heart, she proceeded to step on the stool provided next to the table and emerge on shaky legs right next to him. “I was worried I’d never see the two of you again, Ava and Emma,” he whispered as the film began to roll.
Sarah actually had a great time, mostly because she was able to watch some TV for once instead of being cooped up alone in her room. As well, the combined training and protein shakes helped her stand for the two hours of the movie with ease. It helped that Mr. Reynolds regularly gave her legs commentary about the movie while giving them soft and delicate strokes, which Sarah craved very much. Any sort of attention on her body was a positive for her.
After the movie, the two of them headed to another room close by, in which a small table was set up for the two of them to eat. Well, Sarah was standing on a stool while Mr. Reynolds ate his steak dinner. He seemed even more satisfied than last time, showering her legs in compliment after compliment as he feasted.
The date itself seemed to go by too quickly though, much to Sarah’s disappointment. It was the only joy in her life now, and she just didn’t want to wait for another three weeks to do something fun again. “Now, Ava and Emma, would the two of you be interested in a third date?”
Sarah didn’t know what to do. She wanted to shake her head, but she needed to explain herself as she did. It took her a second to decide, but she scooted herself as closely as she could to Mr. Reynolds without falling off her stool, and began rubbing her legs against him, hoping he would get the point.
The softness of her expensive pantyhose grazed against his cheek and forearm a couple of times before he said with a coarseness in his voice, “you two are quite the tease, aren’t you?”
She rubbed against him even harder. “Well, you win this time. I’ll take you out again tomorrow. You can meet some of my friends, actually.”
She wanted to whoop in sheer excitement. She actually got him to cave and agree to something! Melody would be incredibly impressed.