What an honour I have been given! I have been chosen to look after Mistress Emma’s most precious possessions. And to this day, Mistress Emma still orders me to prove how perfect care I take for them. But let me start from the very beginning. I have known Mistress Emma for almost a decade now. I have a wild fetish for high heels. Boots. Pumps. Stiletos. I am a true collector. At this point, I own some vintage heels. Some Louboutins and, of course, some of the wonderful shoes worn by a stunning Domina I have had the pleasure of being used by. Getting to know Mistress Emma pretty early on, I recognised this same passion, same fetish in Her as well. Every time we met She would impress me with a new pair of magnificent high-heeled shoes.

They combined with Mistress Emma’s wonderful slim body and divine posture will really blow my mind away. We spoke broadly about our shared fassination of heels. And in those conversations, I truly found a like-minded person. I could see the excitement in Her eyes when She spoke proudly of Her own collection. I could hear the tone of her voice ever so slightly changing when She discusses some of Her favorite finds. So naturally I wanted to have a pair of Her collection. But as soon as I raised the question, I was slapped across the face with a firm NO!

Mistress Emma explained that Her heels are like Her best friends. She personally chooses every pair She owns. Takes wonderful care of them and values them more than anything. I humbly asked Her to at least consider my request, but She stood Her ground.

NO, I AM NOT SHARING THEM, RENTING THEM, OR SELLING THEM. I DON’T TRUST ANYONE TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF THEM THAN ME.

Yet somehow that drove my determination even higher. In the coming months, I gifted Her a pair of 30 cm high pointed black leather shoes. Mistress Emma loved them. And I was utterly surprised to see that She just put them on and gave them a beautiful walk around. Despite my warnings that those particular pair is not made for walking, Mistress Emma ignored me and just took them on a walk. They fitted perfectly and looked so amazing on Her lovely legs. When I offered to gift them to Mistress Emma, She gladly agreed. I think She low key fall in-love with them on first glance. But when I asked again to buy a pair of Her own shoes, Mistress Emma declined.

She didn’t even let me announce the price. I was just denied. My next trick was to offer Her a pair of brand new Louboutins in exchange for a pair of Her own collection. Mistress Emma didn’t hesitate, didn’t even ask to see my offer. The decline was once laudable and clear. In the coming year or so, I visited Her frequently and every now and again will ask. More so to remind Her, that whenever She is ready, whenever She feels like it, I will be honored to have just a single pair of Her mind-blowing collection. Until one day. I will never forget it. I asked at the end of our current session, almost prepared to hear the firm no, yet nevertheless hopeful... And it happened. Mistress Emma looked in my eyes, took a minute to think, and then said:

VERY WELL. YOU HAVE PROVEN THAT YOU TRULY NEED TO OWN A PAIR OF MY OWN PERSONAL COLLECTION. SO I WILL GRANT YOU THAT PRIVILEGE. BUT ONLY IF YOU SOLEMNLY SWEAR TO LOOK AFTER THEM AS THE PUPIL OF YOUR EYE!

I was quick to shout - Yes, Mistress! I sol... But Mistress Emma cut me short.

I AM NOT DONE YET. YOU WILL SEND ME CONSTANT UPDATES ABOUT THEIR HEALTH AND WILL BRING THEM TO ME PERIODICALLY SO I CAN HOLD THEM IN MY HANDS AND MAKE SURE YOU ARE FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH MY ORDERS. IF THE SLIGHTEST SIGN OF NEGLECT OR IMPROPER CARE OCCURS, I WILL GAIN CUSTODY OF THEM IMMEDIATELY!

I understand, Mistress! I finally said. And as She had already prepared them, Mistress Emma walked to the corner of the room and handed me a large Pleaser box. Inside was one of my absolute favorite pairs.

Black, extremely high pair of leather Pleasers. I noticed when Mistress Emma handed me the box, Her hand was reluctant to let go. So once more I had to reassure Her, that I will look after “The Girls” if not better, then at least just as good as She did. And to this day, I stay true to my word. I send Mistress Emma constant updates and photos of “The Girls”. I have placed them in my office, and I draw my inspiration from them daily. At night, I get them in bed with me. I make sure to put a blanket over them and to keep them nice and warm. Not too long ago, I offered to bring “The Girls” back and reunite Mistress Emma with them, even just for a short while. And my Mistress was ecstatic over this proposal.

Once I arrived She hugged and kissed me on my cheek, and then Her focus shifted to my duffel bag and the lovely beauties within. And I swear, I thought I saw Mistress Emma’s eyes water just a little as I surrendered the bag and put myself to the side. First, Mistress Emma inspected “The Girls" thoroughly. Then Mistress Emma looked at me and asked me a few very intimate yet quite important questions. And once She was finally certain I did indeed look after “The Girls” well, Mistress Emma praised me for the job well done. I was truly honored to hear that She had enough faith in me to place those precious beauties in my care. What an honour.

Then maybe to reward me, maybe to just remind Herself what it felt like to have them on and wear them, Mistress Emma took off the boots She was wearing this day and ordered me to put “The Girls” on Her divine little feet. What a reward that was... For both of us! I have never been so proud in my life, to possess those heels, to be able to take them home with me, to worship them, and to dream with my eyes wide open!

Thank you, Mistress Emma, for believing in me. For allowing me such a privilege. Thank you for trusting me enough! I will never disappoint you! With me, your most precious possessions are in the best hands!

Forever grateful, slave Ch