Oops. You can't get out. I put you on your knees bound, hogtied, so you can't touch me. Instead I wish to tease you and you with my thigh high patent leather boots.

I know you wish you touch them, to touch me, to caress the tall 8 inch heel, to clean them, to kiss my heels.

But I won't let you.

Too bad. Cry about it.

In these boots I am 6'3, a tall and malevolent goddess you wish to worship. If you'd only behave well enough, maybe I'd let you. My heels are just inches away from your wet tongue.

I wore an Agent Provocateur corset, pulled tight to ... Show more