You and I, in a buzzing restaurant, yet our focus is on a far more sinister delight. I lead you to the restroom for a crude surprise: a heel-induced torment. Your gasp echoes in the confined space as the stiletto breaches you, the leather far colder and harder than any toy you've known. Once I'm done, I command you to clean the very instrument of your degradation.

We return to the bustling restaurant, our private spectacle masked behind calm expressions. As we resume our meal, no one is aware of your flushed cheeks, your disarrayed hair, or the slight grimace as you take your seat....

You and I, in a buzzing restaurant, yet our focus is on a far more sinister delight. I lead you to the restroom for a crude surprise: a heel-induced torment. Your gasp echoes in the confined space as the stiletto breaches you, the leather far colder and harder than any toy you've known. Once I'm done, I command you to clean the very instrument of your degradation.

We return to the bustling restaurant, our private spectacle masked behind calm expressions. As we resume our meal, no one is aware of your flushed cheeks, your disarrayed hair, or the slight grimace as you take your seat. Such is the delectably wicked secret we share.