In the midst of trying to concentrate on some work at home, I could not help but eye my dainty new slingbacks isolated against the pale floor. I knew my bare feet would appreciate the smooth leather encased around them. My A.D.D. only fueled the urges. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but could not stop thinking about the damage I could impose on these new pumps. I had a rather stressful day and quite a bit of pent up energy to release. The activity and gratification from wrecking my shoes would be the perfect outlet. In my distracted state, I surrendered to the temptation. I gently slipped on the black slingbacks….. Now, I just needed to decide on how to ruin them.
I noticed a decorative candle sitting conveniently next to the T.V. stand. The hot wax would adorn the black leather beautifully. Finding a lighter in my purse, I felt a mischievous tinge as I lit the candle
Grinning to myself with pleasure, I took a break and settled on the sofa next to me while watching the fire slowly melt the hard wax.
As I waited for the candle to soften, I played with my shoes, bending the tips so that they crinkled.
With the wax fairly liquefied, I slowly poured it onto my pumps.
I bit my lip and shivered with excitement. Goosebumps raced up my neck, arms, and legs. I felt a slight pain as the heated wax dripped down my shoes and onto my feet. The pain soon disappeared and felt like a warm touch. The wax on my feet and pumps, gradually hardened. So I continued to spill more…
I had to make sure that I rained my entire shoe with wax. No part would be spared.
Even the inside of my pumps could not escape damage.
I then moved on to burning my heels.
The pungent smell of burning leather filled the room. Should I continue? I do have to get back to work………………………