My prisoners are tied up in the cells. It is cold, damp and dark. they wait there knowing soon they will hear the sound of My stiletto heels on the concrete floor. Whispering together, they discuss when they will be let out but what they do not realise is, is that I can hear them and they will be PUNISHED for talking!

The slaves hold their breath as they hear the CLICK CLICK of My heels on the floor, hoping for a smile as I enter. Thigh high leather boots and a matching leather shorts show off My beautiful legs. The leather gloves on My hands will be used for My pleasure.... SLAPPI... Show more