You can't get enough of my high heels. The way my arches look, the way my legs look when I walk. The sound they make with every step I take. You become entranced just by my legs. You worship my perfect feet in these gorgeous heels, on command. It's an obsession. You can no longer resist. You need more. You need to buy me more. The more you buy, the more I wear. The more I get to demand your worship and obedience. You're such a good little foot slave.