Can you even remember the life you led before you met me? It's just a distant memory, out of reach - isn't it? You're mine now, and you'll do as I say, slave. I've decided your service should become more public, so I'm going to dress you up for a little party I'm having. You will serve all of my friends, please them, meet their demands. As I place my stockinged toes to your lips, inhale. The scent of my feet controls you, my tumble of blonde curls, my scarlet lips. Inhale, and feel your strength crumble beneath my femininity.