Your skinny slave body is no match for my slender stilettos.

Dressed to slay in my formal attire and So Kate Louboutin heels, I have my slave on the floor beneath me, precisely where I like to see him. I'm going to walk all over his body with my sharp heels, trampling them into him and grinding into his skin.

Holding on to my suspension rack, I lift my full weight on to him, pushing his bones into the floor and making him plead in pain. He needs to know his place. My high heels, the beautiful marks they leave, will teach him exactly where he belongs.

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