Click, click, click. The sound of the high heels on a cold tile floor, representing your impending doom. You'd better not tremble, as that will just make it worse for you in the end. Click, click, click. Closer and closer. You get a whiff of freshly polished leather. Your Mistress' new thigh-high Blahnik boots look stunning, like poured liquid over her creamy flesh. “You're eager, aren't you?” she asks with a bemused laugh as you groan on the floor, waiting... squirming... panting... The collection of fabulous Louboutin pumps adorning the fireplace behind you set the mood for what is about to ... Show more