
Slave to My Feet
I slowly slip my feet out of my shoes, letting him see that they will be both his torment and his reward. Gentle caresses turn into sharp strikes, each second wavering between pleasure and pain. He trembles under my power, shivering like a captured , yet utterly unable to resist. His breath breaks as I play with him, weaving tenderness with cruelty, driving him to madness. In his eyes — despair, tears, and helpless desire. And I, with cold detachment, leave him drained, ready to collapse at my feet once again.
