I bought a pair of really hot cream-colored pumps with an around-the-ankle strap. My foolish slave boy thought it would look cool if I bagged my white anklets. He can be such a dope. Anyone would know a neat little roll would be ideal with shoes such as these, as you shall see. With no shoes on yet and with one anklet bagged and one rolled over, I make my shredded calves ripple and flex. You can be the judge of which looks best. Then on goes one of my new shoes—with that anklet bagged. After a few turns of my foot, I decide it looks stupid and have my slave boy take both anklets off and strap ...

I bought a pair of really hot cream-colored pumps with an around-the-ankle strap. My foolish slave boy thought it would look cool if I bagged my white anklets. He can be such a dope. Anyone would know a neat little roll would be ideal with shoes such as these, as you shall see. With no shoes on yet and with one anklet bagged and one rolled over, I make my shredded calves ripple and flex. You can be the judge of which looks best. Then on goes one of my new shoes—with that anklet bagged. After a few turns of my foot, I decide it looks stupid and have my slave boy take both anklets off and strap on my new shoes. It was fun watching him fumble around with the ankle strap! Once he had both shoes on, I show off a bit, letting you drink in the sight of my veiny, tendony feet and bulging calves before the real action starts, and by that I mean me feeling my calf muscles like I've never let you see before. You only get a glimpse in this clip. The one that follows is a veritable orgy of self-stimulation and I'll post it directly, so please stay tuned!