We will play a game. No touching until I say so. Suffer for Me, kneel in front of your Goddess, pants down, hands in your back. We will see how long you can take it, staring at my Louboutin until I take sensually them off, dying to see my bare feet and dying to worship them… Open your mouth, be a good foot slave, and you may be granted the right to touch your pathetic worm – only when I snap my fingers.
