You go down to your basement as usual. From the wall at waist level, two female feet still greet you sweetly. As soon as you opened the door, two heels twitched and intuitively squeezed, curling their toes and slightly shuddering from time to time. At the same time, the voice behind the wall anxiously sobbed and died down, trying to listen and predict your further actions. ..? There were other things next to the girl’s lonely, well-groomed heels. Her long-worn sneakers with the same white socks inside were hanging on a nail. Even though their owner hadn’t shackled her feet with shoes for a long time, the smell still came from them. On the other side were important accessories: soft, fluffy brushes that weren’t at all for painting, a wide, hard comb, a glove with teeth for combing dogs, baby cream that softens the skin many times over, massage oil with a fragrant scent, some sticks, etc. Among all this was also a collar of an obedient pet, reminding of the role of its owner. A little lower there were red candles with frozen wax nearby, a couple of thin ribbons and ropes in case of even greater immobilization, a pen and a couple of markers for writing on the impatient skin of the legs