I will wrap you deep down into my web even further and there's no escape for you now. You need to stroke to these boots far too badly. The image of my thigh-high red shiny boots and my commanding tone are too much for you. You will unravel before me, groveling on your knees, completely bitchified by my boots. Stroke and beg for me to count you down, leaving your dignity and a worship puddle on the floor beneath me.