I am seated on my throne like the monarch I am, a riding crop as my scepter. At my feet, one of my subjects grovels nude worshipping my black patent leather pumps. I sense the intensity of pleasure flowing through his body, because waves of ecstasy wash through mine. I tap his back with the whip, just to remind him I remain in charge. Each deviation is immediately and sternly corrected.

Without warning, I land a volley of whip strikes on his exposed back. Shock overcomes the peasant, he collapses, his lips landing perfectly on the tip of my stiletto. I place my other shoe firmly on... Show more