I can really be a bitch when I want to be. And when I want to be mean, I do it by simply walking around in front of you, flaunting my sexy legs and not allowing you to approach me. I act the slut, with pointy-toed tigerstriped stiletto heels and short black skirt, walking like a common whore. See me pace back and forth in front of you, doing the things I know you like best. Everything about the way I walk tells you I'm the big one today. Listen to my hard heels clicking on the tile floor if you don't believe me. You'll try to follow me close as I go clicking down the hall, but I hear you behin...

I can really be a bitch when I want to be. And when I want to be mean, I do it by simply walking around in front of you, flaunting my sexy legs and not allowing you to approach me. I act the slut, with pointy-toed tigerstriped stiletto heels and short black skirt, walking like a common whore. See me pace back and forth in front of you, doing the things I know you like best. Everything about the way I walk tells you I'm the big one today. Listen to my hard heels clicking on the tile floor if you don't believe me. You'll try to follow me close as I go clicking down the hall, but I hear you behind me and turn suddenly and you know when I do you better freeze where you are...and you do. I know you're getting a boner watching my hard calves pump me along, but I don't care! When you're too close, I tap my foot on the tile. That lets you know where you belong. And when you've really pushed me, I turn around and come to where you're on your knees, pacing menacingly. As long as you're there on your knees, I sit on the bench and make my legs do all the things little you likes big me to make them do. Don't get any ideas about touching, though. Just look. Watch my high-arched foot swiveling around in my slutty tigerstriped shoe. Desire it but don't touch it. I allow you to get up and go around to the other side, but you have to stay on your knees. You may not stand. You see the cuts on the side of my thigh? That's pure muscle you're looking at. I said ‘looking at,' not touching. You hear my heels scrape on the old tile and see my legs stretched out in front of me, but that's all you are allowed to do. Just look and listen as I stand, make muscle calves, and flex my veiny feet. Just look, I said! This display is all about big me depriving little you. How do you like it?