I want you face down on the floor and staring up at Me. I know your weakness for powerful Women in tight leather clothes and high heeled leather boots. So extend your hand to My boots, the one with the credit card in it, idiot! Look at you trembling and scared, knowing that My high heels can crush every bone in your fragile fingers. you're nothing more than My slave: an inferior male, below Me, totally addicted to your Goddess. I want to hear you shouting out loud, thanking Me for owning such a worthless creature. Oh, what now, My slave is crying? Are My stilettos grinding too deep into the... Show more