My slave is required to be My carpet. My heels should not touch the floor, only his back. Dressed in a leather corset, tiny leather skirt and very SHARP heels, he is powerless to resist Me.

I scrap My sharp, METAL heels across his back. It oozes instantly. Jumping, twisting and stomping I love to watch as his skin changes colour in accordance with My movements.

Watch as I make holes in his back. The indents from My heels stand out and he cries with pain. Almost weeping as he cannot understand why someone as dainty as I am, can cause so much pain with one step.

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