He watched her as she took her clothes off. Slightly trembling with nerves.
When she only had her underwear on, she hesitated for a moment, than took off her bra, briefly shielded her breasts with her forearm, before realizing that it was pointless, and dropping her panties to the ground.
"Put the shoes on" he told her kindly
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She took the 6" red soled pumps which he had got her, they where standing besides the wall in the hallway, and put them on. The heels where very high, and he could see that she felt awkward in them.
"Come, follow me"
She walked into a darkened room. He shut the door, and than it was pitch black. He knew that she would probably be scared now. What was going to happen to her?...
After waiting for a few seconds, and hearing her breathing pick up, he flicked a lightswitch.
In the middle of the room 1 bright light shone down from the ceiling, creating a cone of cold white light in the otherwise warm and dark room.
"Step into the light" He told her. She walked towards it, taking careful measured steps in the spike heeled sandals she clearly wasn't used to wearing.
"Now put your feet somewhat apart, about shoulders width, and put your hands behind your head, elbows out."
She obeyed.
His eyes had become sufficiently accustomed to the light to see the entire room. He walked to the single seat chesterfield which stood close to the lightcone, and sat down in it. Besides the seat was a table containing some bottles of single malt scotch and some glasses. He took out a heavily peated scotch, and poured himself one, not paying her any attention.
When he had finished this, he leaned back in the seat and watched her. He was pleased to see that she had held her position.
"Stand up straight, don't slouch" he told her. She immediately adjusted her posture, and stood up straight.
For 5 minutes, he just sat there, nursing his drink, and watching her. It was a simple test. Could she just stand there for 5 minutes as an ornament, yes or no? He supposed that to her it must feel like an eternity, but so far, she didn't ask questions and remained standing proudly, giving him an excellent view.
After 5 minutes, he took an large sip of the whisky, breathed what sometimes felt like liquid smoke through his nose, and than got up from the seat. It was time to get this show on the road. He took an eyedropper, thrust it into his glass, and drew up some drops.
He walked towards her. And with the eye dropper put a droplet of scotch on each of her shoulders.
"If you hold perfectly still, they will remain lying there, untill I lick them off" he whispered in her ear, while he stood behind her.
He walked around her, untill he stood right in front of her. He than stepped as close to her as he could, without touching her.