Pulling a pair of black pumps from the closet, Karen sat down on the bed and holding them by the heels, she pulled the shoes onto her stockinged feet. Karen stood, an inch taller and leaning slightly forward, and looked at herself in the full mirror. “I am so happy with this blouse,” she said, smoothing the silky fabric over her breasts, reminding herself at the touch of the stiff lace teddy underneath. Karen’s nipples responded with a warm tingle. She turned and tugged at the black skirt. “I feel so sexy,” she cooed.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov