So my unlucky slave, you know that I am, more than anything else a SADIST. Why don't you worship my glorious, handcrafted, thigh high boots. They are very very expensive and must be treated with the utmost tenderness and care.

Worship them as though you are making love to me, Not that a creature as hideous and unremarkable as yourself would ever stand a chance. But go ahead, make love to my boots and let me find fault in your actions so that I at least feel that Im being fair when I devastate you.

Oh I see that you become entangled in my little web. You will make a nice li... Show more