On the ground, tied up hands and feet. Now you really can’t escape. I can jump on your belly, stomp your little willy, dip my high heels in your flesh or scratch it with them, and squash you all over with my soles or sit on your chest. You’re my possession, my object, and I have such a nice gladiator stiletto boots that in addition to admire them, you’ll have the pleasure to try, to feel them on your body, and I want to have with them a very nice and long walk on you, included jumps and scratches that you and I like so much. And that is exactly what I’ll do.

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