you approach slowly on your hands and knees, eyes down, waiting for your next order. In a stern but soothing voice, I tell you to lie on your stomach, arms down by your sides, and rest upon your chin so that you are eye level with my pretty, sparkly heels. They have you mesmerized, enthralled. you desire more than anything to worship the shiny, glittery things that caress my perfect soles, as well as my perfect soles themselves. Each time you think the spell begins to fade, another glint hits your eye, you're triggered and it begins again. Soon you will no longer even fight it, soon you will scoot to me, already on your belly, like a worm, begging and crying to have a taste or even just a look at my perfect sparkly heels. The way they dangle from my foot so daintily as I taunt you, the strength they represent and all the destruction they could bring to your genitals...the possibilities are endless, your servitude to my sparkly heels is endless. Thank me for giving you such an amazing opportunity, and providing such pretty, glittering, SPARKLING heels to worship.