Слуга моим каблукам

You're completely owned by my stunning red heels, aren't you? Every curve, every step, every click of my heel sends you deeper into submission. You're weak, pathetic, and utterly in love with them — just the way I like it. Locked in chastity, your only purpose is to watch, worship, and crave what you'll never touch. Feel that tight little cage? It stays on until I say otherwise. Your longing for my heels is endless, just like your frustration. Go on, loser — get comfortable in your place beneath my feet. You exist for my pleasure and my amusement.